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[askdacast]

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[chelseachilly]

when i'm feeling alone, you remind me of home

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: you're stranded at uni by yourself for christmas with no flights going to london, but your boyfriend has other ideas warnings: nothing but fluff ❄️🫶🏼 word count: 2.5k

author’s note: here's another holiday one-shot! hoping to write at least one more before christmas. also btw there is no regard for the actual chelsea december fixtures or club rules in this story lol. title from christmas tree farm by taylor 🎄

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You’ve always loved snow.

You loved playing in it as a little kid, making snowmen with your parents and going sledding with friends. You loved watching it from your window your first year of uni, seeing the blanket of white make Edinburgh look even more magical. You love bundling up to go ice skating and drinking hot chocolate as the snow falls around you.

But right now, you absolutely hate it. 

A massive snowstorm rolling through the UK has caused the cancellation all flights, including the one you were supposed to take from Edinburgh to London tonight. It’s your last year of university there, but you’ve never missed a Christmas at home with your family and your boyfriend.

Now, it’s two days until Christmas and you’re stranded alone in your little flat with absolutely no way of making it home.

“What? You can’t get a train?” Ben asks after you’ve explained your predicament to him sadly. 

As much as you feel bad about missing the holiday with your parents, you feel really bad about not being able to see Ben. With your busy schedules, you’ve hardly seen him in months, and you even missed his birthday a couple days ago because you had an exam. Now, you were supposed to finally have an entire week with him in London. 

You were going to go to Winter Wonderland and complain about tourists and end up going back to his to snuggle by the fireplace. You were going to have Christmas morning with your family and dinner with his, spending the whole day exchanging gifts and fond memories. You were going to watch his game on the 27th and bundle up in your warmest Chelsea gear to cheer your heart out for your man, which you’ve really missed doing lately. 

You miss everything about him, really. 

But instead, you’re going to be eating Indian takeaway leftovers and watching Love Actually to try to make yourself feel better.

“The trains are all full, I checked,” you sigh. 

“Well, let me see if I can charter a plane-“

“Ben,” you cut him off before he gets ahead of myself. Although it’s quite extravagant for him to spend tens of thousands of dollars getting you there, you know he would do it in a heartbeat. “All flights are grounded, not just mine. It’s not possible.”

“But…there must be something.”

You can picture his disappointed face right now, and it brings tears to your eyes just thinking about it. 

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you reply, sinking into your couch. “You know I would do anything to be there with you right now.”

“Don’t apologize to me, love, I can’t believe you’re going to spend Christmas alone,” Ben sighs. “This is so shit. I just wanna see you and hold you.”

“I know,” you exhale. “I miss you so much. The only thing that got me through exams was thinking about being home with you and playing with Oscar in the snow and baking cookies…”

You can feel yourself getting choked up, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks as you think about all you’ll be missing out on. You feel a bit silly, knowing there are people with far bigger problems in the world, but you’ve been working yourself to death for the past month to ace your finals and this trip home was the shining light at the end of the tunnel. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ben says sadly. “I miss you so much too. I wish there was something we could do.”

“Like control the weather?” you joke, trying to lighten the mood despite the tears running down your face.

“You know I would do it if I could,” he replies seriously. “I’m sorry this is happening, babe. Maybe the weather will clear up in a day or two and you’ll still be able to make it out for a few days, yeah?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” you breathe - some time with Ben and your family is better than nothing, but you’re still going to be alone for Christmas morning. “I should let you go, I don’t want to stop you from having a nice holiday too. Say hi to your mum and Alex for me when they get there, alright?”

“I will, baby,” Ben says. “I’ll text you later and call you in the morning, alright?”

“Alright,” you sniffle, wiping your tears away. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Bye, love.”

The moment Ben hangs up, you toss your cell onto the cushion beside you and bury your face in the pillow, groaning in frustration. 

After feeling sorry for yourself for a bit, you reluctantly get up and go to turn up the heat and change into something warmer, as the temperatures outside continue to drop. You grab Ben’s hoodie from your closet, a cozy grey one you stole last time you were in London. It barely smells like him anymore, since that was over a month ago and you’ve worn and washed it several times, but it’s still a small comfort to wear something of his.

You heat up your dinner and put on the film, although the romantic scenes and the shots of London only seem to make you more homesick. 

You text Ben during his favourite part, which is naturally Hugh Grant dancing around 10 Downing Street. 

The annual Love Actually rewatch isn’t the same without you babe. Hope you’re having fun with the fam ❤️

He takes a while to respond, which you hope means he’s having a better time than you are and enjoying being with his family. 

You’re just drifting off to sleep when his text finally comes in.

It’s not the same here without you either. Goodnight baby, talk in the morning 😘

-

You wake up to the sound of your phone ringing.

You briefly think it’s your alarm, but you don’t remember setting one, certainly not for 7AM, which is the current time according to your watch.

You blearily stretch your arms, a bit of a crick in your neck from falling asleep on the couch, and reach around haphazardly for your phone.

You see Ben’s name and contact photo on the screen and you quickly answer, worried something is wrong if he’s calling you at this time. 

“Ben? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” he assures you. “Can you go downstairs? There’s a delivery for you.”

“What?” you yawn, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “What on earth have you sent me at seven in the morning?”

“Just go check, I think you’ll like it,” Ben promises, and you can hear the smile tugging at his lips. “Quickly, babe. This is time sensitive.”

You roll your eyes fondly as you throw the blanket off yourself and slide on your slippers, leaving the warmth of your flat to go down the stairs and see what’s waiting for you outside the main doors. You can only imagine what ridiculous present your boyfriend had shipped to you overnight to try to make up for your failed Christmas. 

You tighten Ben’s hoodie around your body to brace yourself for the cold before opening the door, your eyes on the ground where you’re expecting the package to be.

Instead, you see a familiar pair of Nikes - and your eyes trail up to see the very familiar man wearing them. 

You’re not sure if you’re dreaming, so you blink a few times, only to be greeted with the same sight - your perfect, adorable boyfriend standing in front of you in his puffer jacket and hat, his cheeks red from the cold and his smile absolutely blinding. 

“Ben?” you gasp. “Why are you - how are you here?”

“I couldn’t let you spend Christmas alone.”

You meet him halfway as he drops his bags to the ground and opens his arms for you to throw yourself at him. You hug him as tight as you can, burying your nose in his neck and inhaling his scent. You can’t believe this is really happening.

“How the hell did you get here?” you ask as he squeezes your waist tightly and kisses the top of your head. 

“I drove,” Ben murmurs. 

You pull back to look at him, your eyes wide with disbelief.

“You drove? It’s, like, eight hours-“

“Twelve in a snowstorm, apparently,” Ben chuckles. “But definitely worth it for this.”

“You drove all night through a snowstorm for me?”

You can feel tears beginning to brim in your eyes once again, though these are tears of joy. You can’t believe how insanely lucky you are to have a man who loves you this much. 

“Of course I did, I would do anything for you,” Ben says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, brushing his nose against yours. “Now, if you don’t mind, it’s been a long night and I would really love a kiss.”

Without hesitation, you grab his face and kiss him passionately, sighing with joy at the feeling of being reunited with your boyfriend. You’re certain that this is the most romantic and wonderful thing anyone has ever done for you, and although you never expected the best kiss of your life to happen on your doorstep at 7am in a blizzard, this just might take the top spot.

“I love you so damn much,” you whisper against his lips when you finally pull away. “But I am also slightly mad at you for driving at night in poor conditions.”

Ben laughs and rolls his eyes a bit. “I promise I was safe, but can we go inside where it’s warmer before we argue about it?”

“Hmm, okay,” you grin, pecking his lips a few more times before helping him lug his bags up the stairs to your flat.

Once you’re inside and Ben’s taken off his shoes and coat, you waste no time in wrapping your arms around him and kissing him again. 

“You’re freezing, sweetheart,” you murmur as his cold hands slide under your - his - hoodie to feel your skin. “Want a tea? Or do you want to go straight to bed? You must be exhausted.”

“A tea and a cuddle would be perfect,” Ben smiles, pecking your forehead.

You tell him to go get comfy on the couch while you make tea for both of you, and when you return, he’s waiting for you with open arms and a sleepy grin on his face. 

You place both mugs on the coffee table and curl up next to him, your face in the crook of his neck and your arms and legs tangled. 

You let out a content sigh as your bodies recalibrate after so much time apart. You knew you needed this, but you didn’t know quite how much until right now. 

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you murmur, kissing his jaw. “What about your mum and Alex, though?”

“I told them how sad you sounded on the phone and they encouraged me to go, though my mum was slightly nervous about me making the drive-“

“As she should be,” you scold gently.

“I told you, I was very careful, and there were hardly any cars on the roads,” Ben promises once again. “Anyways, they were all for it. They knew I would’ve been miserable without you there.”

You hug him a bit tighter, hooking your leg around his. “Wait, you have a game in three days. Did the club really sign off on this?”

“I managed to persuade Poch to give me today off to go see my girl, I think he’s a bit of a softie at heart,” Ben jokes. “And we have tomorrow and the day after off for Christmas anyways. We’ll just have to drive back on the 26th, the roads are supposed to clear by then. I know it’s not the same as Christmas in London with both our families, but this is better than being apart, right?”

“Ben,” you say sincerely, cupping his cheek with one hand. “This is the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me. A cozy Christmas with just the two of us sounds absolutely perfect. Thank you, baby.”

Your lips meet in another sweet kiss, one that quickly escalates as you feel your boyfriend’s hands on your hips and thighs for the first time in a month. You moan into his mouth as he tugs you into his lap. 

“I missed you so much,” you breathe between kisses, tugging his hat off to run your hands through his messy hair. 

“I can tell, hoodie thief,” Ben teases, fiddling with the soft material. “You look unreal in that, by the way. And I missed you more.”

You smile into another kiss, getting completely lost in him and his scent and his touch. Even after years together, you’re completely addicted to him. 

You’re ready to take it further and move to your bedroom, but you’re interrupted by a yawn from Ben. He tries to kiss you again afterward, but you laugh softly and hold his face. 

“You need sleep, Benjamin.”

He pouts slightly in protest, but you kiss him again quickly and it goes away.

“Babe, you’re exhausted,” you murmur softly. “We can go cuddle in my bed and continue this later.”

Ben sighs and nods as you climb off him and extend your hand to help him up. He doesn’t let go of your hand, though, instead pulling you into another warm hug. He’s so sleepy and adorable that you could nearly cry as he nuzzles his face into your hair. 

He’s always been a very tactile person, and you know that for every time you tell him how much you missed and love him, he will hold you a little bit longer or kiss your forehead to say the exact same thing.

When you finally pull apart, you take him by the hand and lead him into your bedroom. He strips down to his boxers, which is how he prefers to sleep even in the dead of winter. He says you run hot enough to keep him warm, though you’re not sure if that’s true or he just likes to maximize your skin-on-skin contact.

He’s much warmer now than when you found him on your doorstep, so it’s not a shock to your system when you climb into bed with him and he immediately pulls you into his chest.

“I promise once you’ve had a proper rest I’ll make the drive worth your while, baby,” you say with a slight smirk as you wrap your arm around him and nuzzle your face into his neck. 

Ben just tightens his grip on you and closes his eyes, a content smile on his face. 

“It was worth it the second you opened the door.”

As you watch your boyfriend drift off to sleep, feeling so full of love for him that you might burst, you make a mental note to make it extra worth it for him later just for that adorable comment. 

After you’ve both slept a few hours and spent another few making up for lost time, you spend the rest of Christmas Eve watching films and baking cookies. 

The next morning, you both wake up early and exchange presents in your festive pyjamas. It’s not the same as if you were in London with both your families, but it’s still perfect because you’re together. 

And a year later, when you’ve graduated and you’re celebrating your first Christmas in your new home with a diamond ring on your finger, it’s even better. 

i hope you enjoyed this story! and thank you for all your lovely comments on my last fic. if anyone wants to be added to a taglist for my ben fics in the future, please let me know! ❤️💚

[bakugosbratx]

Hiiii! CONGRATS on your milestone! You really deserve them and many more! I saw that request were open and would like to request some noncon/yandere Bakugou where if the reader doesn't cum in said time he will let her go and if she does he claims every single hole? Feel free to sprinkle in bdsm I like it all and I'm a masochist ^^

Warning: 18+ content. Sexual intercourse, masturbation, sex toy(s), cursing, yandere tendencies, abuse, noncon, dubcon, degrading, punishment, overstimulation, breeding kink, etc.

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A/N: Hello! Thank you so much. I love this idea. Yandere is one of my favorite things to write along with bdsm. I’ve actually been thinking of doing a personal one shot like this so I’m happy you requested it. Hopefully it meets what you’re looking for.

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You thought you were so slick, masturbating while the pro-hero was at work. You thought you were so clever buying that vibrator online. It was hidden inside a stuffed animal so when Katsuki glanced over your purchase before hitting submit, he never noticed. He thought it was just another stupid stuffed animal you wanted for your collection.

You kept the toy hidden inside the bear, but once Katsuki left, you unzipped the back to pull out the pleasure device. The amount of orgasms and cum you produced was more than you have in months. This was going to be your little secret and Katsuki will never even think to look. Except, you seem to not have noticed Katsuki had cameras. They are hidden, of course, but they are there.

They saw everything and so did Katsuki.

You’re used to Katsuki coming home in a mood when he had a long day at work and honestly, Katsuki could expect the same out of you. So, when Katsuki arrived home with his usual attitude, you didn’t notice.

“Y/N,” he called as he closed the front door behind him. His work boots were already off and resting by the couch along with his gauntlets, mask, gloves, and any other armor. You jogged over to him, a smile on your face as you approached the man.

“Welcome home, Katsuki!” You greet with enthusiasm, wrapping your arms around his neck and a soft kiss on the cheek. This was no different than your normal act you put on. Katsuki trained you to act this way, after all.

Katsuki’s hands rested on your plump ass, his red eyes clearly not showing the same amount of enthusiasm you held. When your irises met his, your smile dropped into a concern frown.

“Been good while I was away?” He asked as usual.

You nodded, “yes, sir.”

“Is that a lie?” Katsuki interrogated, raising an eyebrow. You started to sweat and tremble within his hold. Sadly, he noticed.

“No, not at all.” You managed to utter out. A little too quick for your own good.

Katsuki chuckled scornfully. “Really? Because,” his fingers reached into the front of your pants to swipe your delicate pussy. You started to become flustered as he pulled out his slick covered fingers, clicking his tongue at his confirmed suspicion. “You’re one wet little girl.”

“I-I,” you stammered, tears welling in your scared eyes. You mentally cursed yourself for not keeping track of the time. You were enjoying time with your new toy when you heard the door unlock and Katsuki call your name. Your whole core is a slick covered mess and Katsuki knows about it.

“Bedroom,” he delivers a hard slap to your ass with one hand while pointing towards the hall with the other, “Now.”

Not pushing your luck, you did as your told. Katsuki was closely behind you, his dark crimson eyes glaring at the back of your skull. You should have known better than to think you were going to get away with this. Now, you have to suffer through whatever punishment Katsuki feelings like handing out tonight.

Walking inside the bedroom, Katsuki examined the room. The only thing out of place was the soaked gray towel laying on the wooden bed frame. You did not have time to hide it. You could lie about the towel, the vibrator? Not so much.

“I-I’m sorry, K-Katsuki.” You whined as he grabbed the towel. He shook his head.

“I’m sure you are. Strip.” He ordered. You did exactly that.

You stood still, the air hitting your soaked cunt. Goosebumps arises on your arms and you shiver slightly. Katsuki eyes your slick covered pussy and thighs.

“Bend over the bed, slut.” Katsuki demands, pointing towards the bed. Tears are streaming down your face as you do as your told. He spreads your legs apart more so your cunt can weep some more. Using the soaked towel, he cleans you up. You let out pathetic apologies and whimpers, but this did not make Katsuki any less angry.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki.” You repeat with a sniffle, hoping he will show you some mercy when he punishes you. You both know he is a merciless man, though. Your apologies are useless.

Giving your ass another hard slap like earlier, you let out a yelp. “Stand up.” Katsuki orders. As expected, you listen. Katsuki retrieves a dry towel from the bathroom and lay it down on the bed. Your heart is racing and you are clearly nervous.

“Lay down on your back.”

You lay down on your back. Katsuki grabbed your wrist and tied rope around it then proceed to attach it to the bedpost. He did the same action with each limb so you are spread eagle on the bed. So many questions raced through your mind. You didn’t dare ask what his cruel mind wanted to do to your exposed body, but his devious smirk and invading gaze did not help you draw good conclusions.

You were too busy in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Katsuki retrieving your teal vibrator. Your eyes grew wide as he shake it in front of your face. All the dots are connecting and now you understand why he is so mad.

“Look familiar?” He chuckled. “Thought you would really get away with it, didn’t you? I’ve done told you I see everything.”

“Katsuki—“

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N. I don’t want to hear your bullshit excuses and pathetic apologies for the rest of the night. You’ve done lied to me more than once. I need to teach your lying ass a lesson.” Katsuki scolds.

Turning the sex toy on the highest setting possible, he lays the vibrator on your sensitive clit. You automatically moan and sob. Katsuki snickers.

“Such a selfish whore. Always want your pussy pleased, but never want to pleasure me in return.” He growls them walks closer to you and grabs your chin so you are forced to meet his gaze. “That changes today. I’ll make you a deal. You don’t cum within,” he gazed at his Rolex then back at you,” ten minutes, I’ll let your ass go. If you cum, though, you are stuck with me for good and I’m going to stuff every hole you got. Deal?”

Not giving you much of an option, you nod. You so desperately want to escape Katsuki. You miss normalcy. You miss your friends and family. You miss the freedoms of being a normal human being. This is your ticket out, you better take it.

Gently slapping your cheek, he smirks. “I’ll come back to check on you in a bit. Have fun, cum loving slut. I’ll have fun stuffing you later.”

You watched as Katsuki left the room. Your moans filled the empty space and your pulsating cunt is already begging for dear release. You struggle against the restraints, panting and whining. You wanted out. Katsuki did not tie the rope gently at all. Even if you were strong, these restraints would be hard to escape from.

What was once enjoyable is now being used as punishment. Regrets seep in. You have already overstimulated your poor pussy today. You are exhausted and all you wanted to do is rest, but the loud vibrations are preventing you from doing so. You attempted to withhold your cum. You wanted to so badly. Not only for a chance of freedom, but you will be dammed if Katsuki fills your holes. You did not want that man’s filthy hands anywhere near you let alone his erected cock.

You did your best to wiggle the device off of your clit, but it was no use as an orgasm arise. Gasp escaped your lips as your pussy cried. Your cum covered your cunt, vibratory, and even squirted onto the bed. You began to feel flustered, but your punishment was not over with. You have several more minutes left and Katsuki does not plan on coming in a minute too early. You will be covered in your own arousal by the time he arrives.

Just like he wanted.

You reached your climax again and again, leaving the towel, sex toy, cunt, and thighs soaked. You’re sweating, panting, and out of moans to release. Another orgasm overcame you when Katsuki walked in. A smug grin was plastered on his face as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you meet your next high. This made it even worse.

“I came just in time. I get to see you be a filthy slut in person.” Katsuki teased. You wanted to glare at him, but your eyes are rolling back and any insult came out as incoherent babbles. Your pussy released more cum much to your dismay and Katsuki’s enjoyment. Embarrassment washed over you as Katsuki came over to pick on you some more.

“You done squirtin’ yet?” He snickered. “You soaked the whole damn bed.”

“Katsuki, please,” you whine and struggle against the restraints, “make it stop.”

“Aw, is someone going to cum again, isn’t she?” Katsuki coo’s, faux sympathy clear in his tone. You shake your head no, but by your lewd faces, he can tell your close again. He glances at your whimpering pussy then back at you. “Yeah, you are. Go ‘head and cum for me. I know you got plenty in there.”

You don’t even have the energy to protest anymore. Any fight you have left has vanished as you release, closing your eyes in the process. Katsuki was sure to watch every moment of it, too.

Katsuki removed the vibrator, turning it off. You let out a sigh of relief, but that relief is short lived once you remember the deal. Katsuki is not going to wait until you are ready to be quote-on-quote ‘stuffed.’ No, he is a man with needs that you agreed to meet if you failed your part. You were doomed from the start, in all honesty. There was no way you were going to succeed and you both knew that.

You were untied, sitting up on the towel. You did not enjoy sitting in your pool of cum, but as usual, you have no say in the matter. Your eyes never left Katsuki as he put back the items. Before putting the sex toy away, he looked at you with the slick covered device in his hand.

“We’re keeping this for future use.” Katsuki smirked. You sigh, regretting even buying the damn thing to begin with. It was only a matter of time until Katsuki got his greedy calloused fingers onto it.

Katsuki returned over to you, looking down at you with disgust. That almost felt worse than the punishment itself. Yes, you hated Katsuki, but somehow, you still craved his approval. You did not like making him unhappy. Your body and bones depended on you making him happy.

“Like sitting in your own filth?” He arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

“No.” You answer, bowing your head down in shame.

“Why? Don’t like being reminded how much of a disgusting whore you are?” Katsuki tsk. He has always been the degrading type, but when he is angry and trying to prove a point, he is much worse.

“No.” You replied, whimpering slightly. You refused to look at him, but you know he is enjoying this. He enjoys putting you in your place. He enjoys winning.

Katsuki began taking off the rest of his work clothes. His erected cock is already throbbing from watching you bust everywhere. He may not have been in the room physically, but he sure did enjoy watching you downstairs on the flat screen. He didn’t even need to turn on the sound because your moans traveled down to the living room.

“Get in the position I like you in.” Katsuki instructed. Tears stream down your face. You didn’t want to do it. You’re tired and just the thought of Katsuki putting his length deep within you disturbed you emotionally.

“You deaf or somethin’?” Katsuki growls as he grabs you by your hair and gets close to your face. “I said get in the fuckin’ position.”

You scurry to do as your told, Katsuki letting go of your hair so you can do so. Face down, ass up is Katsuki’s favorite position to fuck you in. He loves seeing all of your exposed holes to please and toy with. Call him greedy, but he knows you secretly enjoy it too. At least, that is what he tells himself as he makes you moan out his name.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Katsuki praises as you get into position. He spreads you open more so he can get a nice view of all of you. Your cunt is damp and ready for Katsuki’s length, but he is deciding to be nice. “Which hole you want me to fuck first?”

Neither, you thought.

“Any.” You huffed out, wanting this over with already. Your annoyed tone bought you a hard slap to your ass. You wince in pain.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki.” You cry, instinctively. “My pussy, please.”

Katsuki rubs your ass cheek in approval. His hands hold onto your hips, positioning you the perfect angle to take all of his dick. The tip rest at your weeping entrance then proceeds to slide inside. You cry out in pleasure and pain. No matter how wet you are, no matter how many times Katsuki has sex with you, your cunt will never be able to handle all of his girth. Your tight walls will always hug his length to his enjoyment. Katsuki just can’t get enough.

Katsuki continued his constant rough rhythm, delivering a few slaps to your ass and thighs in the process. He loves seeing your ass bounce as he thrust deep into you. The way you sing him beautiful melodies of moans, groans, and whines just encourages his behavior.

“Katsuki—“ You cry, incoherently, as he hits your ass again.

“What’s the matter? Too much dick for ya?” Katsuki mocks. “Bet that stupid little toy of yours can’t make you feel this good. Look at you, can’t even make coherent sentences. Such a,” he grunts as his dick twitches deep inside you, “dumb fuckin’ slut.”

You grip the bedsheets as Katsuki pushes down on your tailbone to move a slightly different angle. Your breast still bounced though they were pressed against the soaked cotton beneath you. You tried to muffle your moans, but Katsuki will not allow that to happen. He wants to hear you stroke his ego. He wants to be reassured he is making you feel this amazing.

Katsuki continued pumping into your sore cunt until he met his goal. You have no choice but to milk every single drop he has to offer. Once you are nice and full of his cum, he taps your putter thigh.

“Sit up.”

As commanded, you sit up. Your back is pressed against Katsuki’s chest. His hand hugs your neck, squeezing it nicely. You cough slightly, looking up at him.

“Think I better take care of this mouth of yours next. Seems to get you in the most trouble.”

“Please no.” You whisper, more tears falling. Katsuki releases your throat, now holding your chin, and brushes them away with his thumb.

“Don’t want me to stuff your dirty little mouth, hm?”

“I’ll be good, Katsuki.” You swallow the lump that formed in your throat, doing your best to sound small. He liked when you sound weak. “I promise.”

“Y’know better than to make promises you can’t keep. You’ve broken several of them already. Be a good girl for me and get on your knees.”

“Yes, Katsuki.”

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[cmstars2]

Symphony of love chapter four

Manolo sighed softly as he looked at the time. Noon. “Manny still hasn’t called yet…” He said softly as he felt worried.

Lewis looked over at him and smiled with his eyes. “I’m sure he’s alright…” Lewis said softly to try and make him feel a bit better. He frowned in his eyes as Manolo sighed more.

“I don’t know… I’ve known Manny for years, he’s either hurt, or way too busy trying not to get hurt… It’s the only reason he wouldn’t call…” Manolo explained softly. He turned back to the TV, watching a drama. “... Wait, why am I watching?” He asked, confused.

Lewis chuckled softly. “You likely blanked out, that’s been on for the better half of an hour…” He explained softly as he continued to make the skirt of the dress he’s making. He’s wearing the second outfit he showed Manolo yesterday. He hummed softly as he sewed the sheer purple mesh layers to the purple under skirt at the waist. He hummed softly As the then began to finish the bodice. It was corseted, and will cinch in his waist, as well as hide his boobs. He attached the sleeves that would hang off the shoulders, and then attached it to the skirt. He stitched up the back, and then added metal holes and laced it up closed.. He smiled softly at the dress he made. He looked at the time, and saw three hours had gone by. “Hey Manolo, what do you think?” Lewis held up the dress tailored to him up to his body. 

“I think it looks amazing….” Manolo said softly in awe. Manolo kept staring at him, imagining the dress on him. He coughed into his folded hand and crossed his legs. “So, when do you plan to wear it?”

Lewis hummed softly. “I… Have a date in a few weeks, maybe I should wear it then….” He said softly.

Manolo bit back the snarky response and smiled. “But I thought you were with Vivi?”

Lewis carefully folded the dress sadly. “Yeah, she… Kinda confessed to cheating on me the whole time we were together after she remembered me.” He explained softly and sadly. “Well, I kinda deserved that, considering I never loved her to begin with…” Lewis added on in his thoughts.

Manolo looked shocked, and then angry. “Why would anyone cheat on you?! You’re amazing!”

Lewis shrugged. “I wanted to wait a while for bedroom activities, and she didn’t….” He explained softly. He tied some ribbons on his dress to keep it folded up and put it in the bag of clothes. He sat down on Manolo’s bed.

Manolo scoffed. “That’s no reason to cheat…” He spoke softly. He got up, walked over to Lewis, and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry she did that to you, you deserved so much better.”

Lewis sighed and hugged back. “Thanks for saying all that…” He said softly to him.

Manolo smiled and pulled away. “Don’t thank me.” He sat next to him and laid back on his bed. “So, what should we do now?” He asked out loud. 

Lewis hummed softly as he laid down next to him. “I don’t know actually…” He looked up at the ceiling.

Manolo hummed softly. “Well, it’s 3:30 now, maybe we could watch a movie?”

Lewis hummed softly as he looked down at Manolo. “Sure, let’s do that.” He smiled at Manolo as he got up and got the remote, and scrolled through his TV channels. 

“Sorry, but I don’t have any streaming services, I never bothered to get them because I watch whatever comes on.” Manolo told him softly.

Lewis smiled. “It’s alright.” He laid down on the bed. He looked at the TV as different shows passed by, most of which were in Spanish. Manolo found a random movie that was beginning and put it on. He laid on the bed and smiled at Lewis, who smiled back softly.

Manolo turned to his TV and watched the movie. He blushed softly when he felt a warm weight on his chest, he looked down and saw the top of Lewis’s flaming head. He smiled and gently placed a hand on Lewis’s hip, causing Lewis to blush. He nuzzled Manolo’s chest and smiled in his heart and eyes. He watched the movie quietly in comfort. Lewis slowly but surely dozed off, falling into the land of dreams as he clung to Manolo.

Manolo smiled down at the sleeping Lewis and gently rubbed his hip. He opened his phone, and saw a text from Manolo.

Manny: Hey Manolo? Is Lewis with you? We took down the demonic beast, but uh… We may have had to destroy Lewis’s house during the fight, and as you know, he’s not as strong as he used to be. You don’t mind setting him up at your place, do you? I’ll try and salvage what I can, but uh… I might not be able to find much.

Manolo sighed softly after he finished reading the text. He blushed brightly as he felt Lewis shift, reminding Manolo that a cute much younger male skeleton was sleeping on his chest. Manolo turned back to his phone.

Manolo: Yes, Lewis is with me. There’s a small resale shop so I can get him clothes if need be, but there’s not much else I can do sadly. Please find and bring whatever you can, ok?

Manny: I will, but… The house was burnt, so there might not be much left…

Manolo: Find what you can and bring it to me, I’m sure more survived than you think.

Manny: You’d be surprised, that thing’s flame was hot, and it took out a few reapers permanently… It’s messed up, I think I’m gonna go to the cafe after finishing all this paperwork and drink and then eat a bunch of Lewis’s treats…

Manolo: Alright, but be careful, should I text Meche to check on you in a few hours and help you get home? I don’t want you getting hurt…

Manny: Actually, please do. I’m going to drink until I can’t think thoughts… 

Manolo looked at his phone screen in worry. He sighed and knew there wasn’t much he could do to help Manny right now.

Manolo: Alright, I’ll text Meche to check on you in a few hours. Don’t drink and eat too much, we don’t get another shipment until a few more weeks.

Manny: I’ll try and keep that in mind, but don’t count on it…

Manolo sighed and backed out of the conversion with Manny and scrolled to Meche’s contact. He pressed on it.

Manolo: Hey Meche! Uh, in a few hours from now, I’ll need you to head over to the cafe and check on Manny, he had a hard day today and has decided to drink a bit.

Meche: Alright, I understand. You know, he could leave the land of the dead, and yet, he chooses to stay.

Manolo: I think it’s because he doesn’t want to know what lies on the other side, plus, the cafe does a lot of different people good. He may have found his true calling in life, in, well, death.

Meche: As glad as I am to know he’s found a calling, he still shouldn’t drink. Thank you for the warning. Also, how have you been? It was three years ago when your parents got forgotten, right?

Manolo sighed softly as he tilted his head back to fight his tears. He remembered the day very clearly…

Manolo walked into his much more empty family home, humming a soft tune. He walked into the kitchen and prepared the soup. He put the two bowls on a trey, and walked up the stairs. He carefully walked into the room, and saw them sitting on the bed, calm and tired looking. Manolo felt his heart break a bit at the sight, and walked over to them. “Te compré un poco de sopa, sé que realmente no necesitamos comer, pero los ayudará a ambos a sentirse mejor...”

Carlos looked at his son. “Gracias, hijo mío... Lamento decir esto, pero…”

Carmen hugged her husband, and smiled softly at her son. “Nuestro tiempo para irnos está aquí.” 

Manolo teared up and shook his head. “¡No no no no no! ¡Aún no puede ser su momento” He brought their soup to them. “Solo coman, estoy seguro de que ambos están bien-”

“Estoy tan orgullosa de ti, hijo mío... Has hecho tanto por nuestra familia, incluso cuando dejamos la tierra de los recordados por ti, todavia nos apoyaste... Has hecho tanto por nuestro hogar, te lo agradezco.” Carlos wiped the tears from Manolo's eyes. The younger man sighed and held onto his parents. 

“Los voy a extrañar mucho a los dos...” He clung to them as he tried not to cry.

The older woman laughed softly and lightly patted his back. “Todo va a estar bien, hijo mío, también te extrañaremos…” She hugged him tightly in her arms and tried not to cry.

“¿Qué planeas hacer con nuestra casa después de que nos vayamos, hijo? Seguramente no planeas quedarte aquí solo…” Carlos asked him softly as his markings turned green and the white parts of his skeleton turned black.

“Planeo vendérselo a una familia cercana que necesita una casa más grande, e iré a buscar un departamento para vivir en algún lugar…” He explained softly, leaning into his mom’s hug sadly. He clung to her as she slowly faded away.

“Todo saldrá bien, Manolo. ¡Todavía tienes ese trabajo con Manny! Ah, y si te aburres, tal vez podrías intentar tener una cita~” She teased him softly, making Manolo chuckle.

Carlos smirked softly. “Si puedes encontrar a alguien aquí que me dé nietos, ¡cásate con él si puedes! Quiero que el niño lleve mi nombre... Suponiendo que tengas uno.” He leaned back, and got ready to accept his fade.

Manolo laughed and let a few tears fall. He hugged both his parents tightly. “Prometo llamar a mi hijo Carlos si puedo…” He let out sobs as he felt his parents turn to dust in his arms…

Manolo opened his eyes and looked at Meche’s text again sadly.

Manolo: It still hurts, but yes, I’ve been doing better. I haven’t been coming home every night and drinking, so that’s good, but I still cry most nights.

Meche: I’m sorry to hear that, I hope things get better for you Manolo. Goodbye.

Manolo: Bye, text me if you need anything.

Manolo put his phone on his nightstand and held Lewis closely. He closed his tired eyes and tried to sleep for a little bit. But failed. Looking around his room boredly, he sighed. Manolo turned back to the tv. He watched the incredible Hulk in Spanish tiredly, holding Lewis closely. The dull sounds of the movie played made his eyes droop, and he sighed again. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through instagram boredly. He kept scrolling until he found an odd picture. 

He clicked on it, and blushed brightly. It was a beautiful picture of Lewis, but not as a skeleton, but as a human. His eyes were still the same, but you could see a soft smile on his lips as he looked over at a city like area during the night. He was wearing a three quarters off the shoulder blouse that was a perfect shade of purple that complanmated Lewis’s sun kissed skin. A floor length skirt flowed in the wind from the stool Lewis sat on, revealing cute black boots. He turned to look at the sleeping Lewis, and then back at his phone. The picture was clearly perfesoniol. He clicked on the account to see the same. “A lovely and lonely ghost…” He scrolled through the pictures, and saw many more just like the one he first saw. He stopped at one picture and stared at it intensely. “Holy shit…”

It was a picture of Lewis in a short red satin dress with folds in perfect places and a slit on the right leg, a garter just peeking out from under it, and black knee-high boots. He was in human form. His knees were pushed together with his arms behind his back, and his face was covered in a bit of makeup. He looked at the caption. ‘I usually wear purple, but a friend of mine’s favorite color is red so I’m trying it out. What do you think?’ Manolo opened the comments and saw lots of praise, as well as a few horny comments. He smirked softly and typed his own comment. ‘You look good in red, but I’d love to see you wearing that in person~’ Manolo closed his phone and looked at Lewis, who kept sleeping. He hit follow and then turned off his phone, and finally went to sleep.

[snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales]

Blue Moon - Part 1

A/N: See masterlist for prompts used. (And the list of amazing people who have helped me with this.)

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Warnings: See Masterlist

Word count: 2,746

Xxx

“So what’s it like living with a Hale?” Stiles asked, turning away from your locker after you shut it. Both of you fell into step with Scott as you made your way to your next class. 

You must have grimaced or made some face with a slight slant of your eyebrows only a Stilinski could read, because Stiles let out a snort. “That bad?”

You shrugged, sighing. “I mean, it’s not like I expected it to be a walk in the park, it is Derek Hale after all.” Scott chuckled with a gentle shake of his head, making you smile before you continued. “But I didn’t expect it to be this…. easy….. either.”

“Easy?” Scott questioned, making the same face you must have initially as Stiles let out another snort of laughter.

“Yeah, I mean, the first few days were awkward. If we weren’t training we weren’t doing anything. The man is silent, had no TV, or any of that-”

“Wait, ‘had’?” Stiles held out his hand, effectively cutting off your sentence and your steps, your shoes screeching on the floor at the sudden stop. 

“Yes, had. He now has a TV, streaming services- yes, Stiles, services as in plural, if you keep your eyebrows that high they may stick that way, and it’s not the best look for you…”

“So at least there is something to fill the silence at least.” Scott resumed walking, you followed a few steps behind, Stiles lagging, jaw still dropped in shock. 

“Well, yeah,” you agreed with Scott, and this time you felt your eyebrows making the face.

“But….?” Scott’s prodding was gentle, but his face held a smirk.

“But somewhere along the way we went from off handed comments during a news broadcast, or some show we were watching, to actually pausing it to have some discussion, or referencing some situation later and asking if the other had had something similar happen, or just opening up about random experiences and stuff. It’s…”

“Weird?” This time Stiles prodded, earning a glare and gentle whack on the arm from Scott.

“Well, maybe it’s because you’re…. new.” Scott opted for a more discrete word for ‘werewolf’ in the crowded hallways. “He may feel like opening up more because of the pack mentality and all.”

“No, it’s not because she’s…. new.” Stiles raised one eyebrow on the word as he addressed Scott, earning a sigh and eye roll from the young Beta. “The man is a brooding wall of leather and growls.” You chuckled at the description, making Stiles grin. “I think we finally found our miracle cure for our Sourwolf!”

“Woah, woah, woah, hold up.” You held up your hands as if to physically stop their words. “What?”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. We know you two like each other. It’s so obvious.” Stiles immediately closed his mouth, his lips a tight line, eyes wide and eyebrows in his hairline in his signature “I was not supposed to say that” face.

“What?” you deadpanned to your friend. 

The bell rang, and Scott, wide eyed and smiling too broadly, gave Stiles a shove on the shoulder in the opposite direction of your next class as Stiles muttered, “Oh, look. The bell.” They both began to walk quickly the opposite way. 

“Guys!” you yelled. “This is not over! But I am not responsible for you guys missing another class, what does that make, like fifteen already this semester?”

Your two friends stilled and turned on their heels, ushering past you quickly, avoiding your glare, Stiles looking at Scott and muttering, “See, Scott? I told you our class with Miss Blake was this way.”

“Ugh,” you mumbled under your breath. The sour expression stayed on your face even after you sat at your desk in the back of the class.

Chuckling, Stiles chanced a glance your way from beside you, hoping to change the subject from his ultimate fail in the hallway. “You still don’t like her?”

“I still don’t like her.” You overlapped his last few words, matching his gentle nod with one of your own as you stared straight ahead at the teacher’s still vacant desk. 

“What is it about her you don’t like?”

“I just have a really bad feeling whenever I see her. Something just isn’t right.”

Scott chuckled, opening his book to the proper page. “You’re just mad that she gives you a little bit of a harder time.”

“You mean she gives me ‘more attention’?” you asked, your words rising to a ridiculous octave as they repeated Jennifer’s words she had used when she assigned you some extra credit to help raise your grade so you could stay on the lacrosse team. Your friends chuckled at your words. “I’m sorry, not everyone can be amazing at everything, being a wer-” you stopped yourself, clearing your throat before continuing- “new-” you looked at Scott pointedly, earning you a glare and Stiles’ laughter on your other side- “doesn’t allow for a whole lot of extra studying time.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. I know you feel that way now, but it will pass,” Scott said with a smile as Miss Blake walked in, setting things on her desk, and he chuckled as you glared at her. “This is all ephemeral.”

You looked at Stiles, your face blank, voice a deadpan. “You ever buy him a word of the day subscription thing again, and I will rip your throat out.” You flickered your yellow eyes at him discreetly. “With my teeth.”

“With your teeth,” Stiles mumbled, overlapping your words, both of you nodding in agreement again. “I asked what it’s like living with a Hale, and now I got my answer.” He looked at you, shaking his head mockingly. “You’re becoming one of them. It’s contagious. We’ll call it ‘Sourwolf Syndrome’.”

Xxx

Due to your parents’ professions taking them all over the place constantly, like Allison, you were actually a year older than your friends, having to repeat a year a few grades back. But you wouldn’t change it for anything, because that’s how you met your best friends. 

It helped that your parents were away on business most of the time, so no one questioned your staying at Derek’s loft for so long. You stopped by every few days to get the mail and check on the plants around the house, packing some new clothes if needed, Derek sitting outside in his car the first few times, but lately he had taken to coming in and helping you do the few things you had to do.

You told yourself it was just because of the increased threat that he wanted to be closer to his newest Beta. He didn’t have too many of those these days, you thought bitterly, smirking to yourself. You stared blankly as you rinsed out your coffee cup in the sink, and a wave of sadness washed over you as you thought of Erica, her absence still fresh and raw. The two of you had never really been close; just acquaintances at school, then pack members briefly, before she was gone. 

Boyd had really withdrawn himself after that, and you didn’t blame him. You knew he probably felt how you did times ten. When Cora had been here briefly she mentioned losing a pack member was like losing a limb, and she hadn’t been wrong. 

Then Derek had kicked both Cora and Isaac out of the loft, claiming it wasn’t safe with the Alpha Pack around. Isaac was staying with Scott, but you didn’t know where Cora had disappeared to. Peter was a wild card, so you didn’t even try to factor him in, and Scott outright refused to be a member of Derek’s pack. He was an Alpha with Beta eyes, and an enigma for another time.

The point was, Derek was running low in the Beta department lately.

The only reason Derek had you staying at the loft and followed you around the house when you had to go was because you were the newest, or so he said. Deep down you knew he just didn’t want to be responsible if something happened to you. He wanted to control the situation as much as possible which, you guessed, you were kind of glad, being new to this whole werewolf thing, and admittedly not wanting to stay home alone again, human or werewolf.

At least at the loft, even in the times before Derek brought home the TV and stuff, the silence had been comfortable. You’d never admit it to anyone, but just being in the presence of another living, breathing being, even one as brooding and somewhat annoying as Derek Hale, was nice. 

And you sure as hell weren’t going to think about how he had helped you with your homework sometimes, especially with that English extra credit. He had a side he didn’t share often, and you were glad you got to see it. It was like a rare spotting of a mythological creature. 

You smiled to yourself, watching the water in the cup filling clear now, the mug long clean, and you let your feelings wash away down the drain with the water as you turned it off. 

Setting the mug in the sink, you took a deep breath, letting the feelings whirling around you fully roll off your back, rolling your shoulders back as they did.

Stepping into the doorway to the living room you saw him delicately watering some houseplant your mom babied. The first few times he had just poured water at its base, and you had to stop him, showing him how it had to be done, otherwise he’d over water it. And since then, though he had said initially that it was stupid under his breath, he took meticulous care to check if it even needed watering, and then watered it properly, like you showed him, even bringing books home to the loft about how to care for the various types of plants your mom had around the house. You found it endearing. 

Smiling softly, you gently shook your head. One second you were bitter towards him, the next finding little things that made him amazing. “I’m going to go grab some clothes, my stuff got torn to hell last week when we dealt with what’s his face,” you said offhandedly, starting up the stairs. So many baddies came through this town, you got them all confused. 

Derek chuckled. “Okay. You know you can always borrow some of my clothes if you need to.”

You stopped midstep on the staircase, each foot on a different step, and your grip on the bannister tightened, your knuckles turning white. 

This. 

This is why you had such conflicting emotions about this man. Wolf. Wolfman.

“Are you sure?” You kept your voice even, smiling softly. 

He shrugged. “Yeah, I mean, makes more sense then driving all the way over here.” His voice tried to be neutral, but it was evident he was trying to cover up something he had let slip before really thinking about it.

“Thanks. I’ll remember that next time.” You nodded once to each other before you took two steps calmly and then practically ran up the rest of them to your room. 

Holding a hand to your chest, taking deep breaths to try and stabilize your heartbeat, you slumped against the door after you closed it, sighing. 

You tried not to over analyze what he said, but failed. 

You knew he probably was making some underhanded comment about your abilities, “coming all the way over here”, really he wanted to say, “you suck at being a werewolf, you’re always getting hurt and your clothes destroyed in the process”. 

“You too, wolfman. You too,” you mumbled under your breath as you angrily rifled through one of your drawers, grabbing a few things. 

You chuckled a dark laugh. “But I’m an Alpha, Y/N. I’ll heal faster.” You mocked his deep tone, your search in your drawer turning into an aimless activity, the contents totally mixed up now.

He had never been around whenever you had gotten in a hit or takedown on the baddies you guys had encountered so far in your short time in this world. For some reasons you ended up on opposite sides of the battle fields, and he never said it directly, but you knew he probably thought you sucked. How else does one end up with torn shirts from claw marks and blood being covered by your jacket?

Everyone else had called you a badass, but Derek had yet to compliment or even comment on your fighting ability. But maybe, since he trained you, that spoke more to his ability and not yours, you thought with a smirk. Satisfied with the thought, you grabbed a few clothes out of the drawer before snapping it shut.

After a few steps toward the door, you slowed to a stop, absently staring at the clothes in your hand as your thoughts cleared a little from your earlier anger. 

If it was a reflection on how he thought he was, that was kind of sad. Did he really think so lowly of himself and his abilities? 

You had only been in this world a short time now, but even you had to admit he was a good Alpha. A good wolfm- werewolf. A good man. He was a great person to have at your back in a fight and in mundane things like math, which was also a fight, but that was a thought for another day. He was a good friend to have, period. 

Shaking your head and chuckling gently at yourself, you wondered why your thoughts were everywhere. Glancing at your calendar on the wall, you saw the full moon was coming up soon and rolled your eyes. Of course. 

This would pass. This was ephemeral. You groaned softly as you made your way back down the stairs. Stiles was going to pay.

Derek met your eyes when you made it to the last step, hopping the last few inches to the first floor. He set down the watering can softly.

“Do I really sound like that?” His lips twitched upward slightly.

Screwing up your face in confusion it took you a second to realize he had heard your mutterings as you disorganized the contents of your drawer upstairs. Realization crossed your face before your palm slapped to your forehead, the groan passing your lips before you could stop it. 

Derek laughed, and you looked at him apologetically, to which he motioned with his hand as if waving it away and smiled at the floor where his gaze was focused. “Don’t worry about it. I just always thought my voice was deeper than that.”

He chuckled even more as you swatted his arm, laughing gently yourself. He grabbed your wrist playfully before you could withdraw your hand, and you found yourself pulled closer to him, almost toe to toe and having to crane your neck to look up and meet his eyes that looked down at you with some emotion you couldn’t decipher. 

That comfortable silence hung around you two like a blanket… Until his phone rang. 

As he fished it out of his pocket, you softly cleared your throat and took a small step back, feeling Derek’s gaze on you the whole time. 

“Hello?” His voice was gruff and annoyed, and he was still staring at you. It almost seemed like he was upset at whoever was on the other end for interrupting his moment with you.

But that thought quickly evaporated. 

“Jennifer!” He said it with a broad smile on his face, his voice a total about face from his greeting, and his eyes moving from you to the wall behind you. 

It couldn’t be who you thought. There was no way. That would be too much of a coincidence.

“No, I’m not busy,” he said, turning to the door. 

Grabbing his arm to stop him, he turned to look at you, eyebrows raised in question and, if you weren’t mistaken, slight annoyance.

“What?” he mouthed. 

“Who is that?” you whispered. 

“A friend,” he hissed. 

“Who is it?” you hissed back at him. 

“Your English teacher, Jennifer Blake.” He shrugged out of your grip and out your front door, motioning you to the car.

You seethed as you turned off the lights, grabbing your bag of clothes, and locking the door after you. 

Reason number five hundred and sixty two to hate Miss Jennifer Blake.

Xxx

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[jaskierswolf]

An Ocean Away

Geraskier soulmate AU - A gift for my own darling soulmate @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde.

Words: 3.8k

CW:  Big mutual pining, long distance friendships, and a lot of swearing, fucking the ocean is not advised...

Read on AO3

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Jaskier stared at his phone and sighed loudly. Geralt was still asleep and really Jaskier should be working but he missed him. How that was even possible he wasn’t sure, they’d never even met. Geralt was all the way across the other side of the fucking ocean. Jaskier hated it. The soul bond had snapped into place on Jaskier’s birthday. He’d waited up until midnight, shaking with excitement. He’d known there was a chance his soulmate was younger than him but he didn’t care, his soulmate would be worth the wait.

Luckily for him, Geralt was a couple of years older. 

Unluckily for him, Geralt also lived in America. 

He sighed again and thumped his head against his desk, earning a withered glare from his boss across the room. God, he really needed to get out of his job. He was an artist, a musician! He shouldn’t be stuck in an office inputting data. 

‘Geralt….’  He called out mentally, hoping to reach his soulmate in his dreams but it was no use. Geralt was down for the count and probably wouldn’t wake up for several hours. 

Instead, Jaskier sighed loudly for the third time and remembered their first conversation with a fond smile. 

‘Helloooooo’ he called out, fidgeting with his bedsheets. ‘anybody there?’

‘What the fuck?’ a gruff response came and Jaskier could just about make out the image of some kind of restaurant if he focussed hard enough, but that wasn’t what had caught his attention.

‘You’re American?!’ he wanted to cry. He couldn’t afford to fly out to America, not unless he followed his sisters into the family business and regained access to the Bank of Dad. 

‘Fuck.’

Ah so his soulmate was a man of many words. He grinned a flopped back onto his bed. ‘I’m Jaskier, by the way, I’m from England.’

‘I’m at work, can this wait?’ his soulmate growled. 

Jaskier’s heart sank. ‘Right, yes, yes… of course. I umm… well I need to go to sleep. I’m bloody exhausted. Wake me up when you’re finished?’

‘Hmm.’

Geralt hadn’t managed to wake him up. Although he still maintained to this day that he’d yelled out as much as he could without actually yelling aloud, and Jaskier had slept through the whole damn thing. Geralt’s mind was pretty quiet. He didn’t often project his thoughts unless they were actively conversing. Jaskier on the other hand kept up a steady stream of thoughts, showing Geralt the pretty flowers that he saw on the way to work, or humming new songs just for his soulmate to hear, anything that he thought Geralt might find interesting. 

He pressed the home button on his phone again. Barely five minutes since the last time he’d checked. It wasn’t even time for lunch yet, let alone time for Geralt to wake up. He hoped they’d have time to video chat before Geralt had to go to work that evening but he was pretty sure that his soulmate was on an early shift. He groaned, and reluctantly started angrily jabbing at his keyboard. The endless stream of emails and shitty clients were not helping his mood. Why couldn’t Geralt be on a closing shift? At least then they’d be able to talk properly before Jaskier had to go to sleep. 

“Would you stop being so pathetic, Julian?” Valdo sneered from the desk opposite Jaskier’s. 

“You’re just angry because your soulmate hasn’t made contact yet,” Jaskier snapped back. 

They were both twenty-four and Valdo’s soulmate was either ignoring him or was still underage. Jaskier almost pitied the man; almost. 

“Just get on with your work, Julian and stop clock watching.”

Jaskier muttered a few rather inappropriate for work words under his breath and turned back to his computer. He managed to get one whole email dealt with before losing focus again. He shifted in his seat so he could sit cross-legged on the chair, and then tried again. After another few emails his feet started to tingle. 

“Oh bollocks,” he whined and jumped off the chair, hopping around the office. 

“For god’s sake, Julian!”

“My name… is Jaskier!” He snapped “and I’ve got bloody pins and needles!”

‘Jaskier?’ Geralt’s voice was bleary and slurred in his mind.

He squeaked and promptly fell on his arse, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from grinning madly. “Geralt’s awake!” he announced to the office. 

“Take your lunch early,” Tissaia sighed “God only knows you won’t get anything else done until you’ve spoken to Geralt.”

Jaskier beamed at his boss. Fuck he could kiss her. She was so understanding and wonderful and… 

And he still hadn’t responded to Geralt!

‘Geralt, darling, hello!’ he trilled happily in his mind, spinning his chair around so he was sitting backwards. 

‘Are you ok?’ Geralt hummed ‘Felt angry.’

Jaskier squeaked, unable to contain the swell of love in his chest. God damn it he just wanted to hug Geralt. It wasn’t fair. Priscilla and Essi had only lived two towns away from each other. Triss had grown up with Yennefer, and yet Jaskier was stuck with a soulmate on the other side of the fucking planet. 

‘Fuck the ocean,’ he grumbled

He heard Geralt’s laughter, echoed with a phantom feeling of mirth that wasn’t his own. ‘Fuck the ocean’ he agreed. 

‘I’m moving to America, I’m going to invent portals and I am never letting you go,’  Jaskier sighed. 

Geralt hummed again. He was tired, Jaskier could feel it. ‘Go back to sleep, darling.’

‘When’s your lunch break over?’

‘I have half hour.’

‘I’ll wait.’

Jaskier smiled dopily at his phone. There was a picture of Geralt and his horse, Roach, on the lock screen. He unlocked it quickly to check his clock app. He knew the timezone difference by heart at this point but he still needed to check. It was a habit that he had yet to break. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

Jaskier felt like crying. He just wanted to hold his soulmate. He wanted to know whether that love was platonic or romantic or what? He just… he knew he would love Geralt with every fibre of his being, and would be happy no matter what. That’s how soulmates worked after all. They were your match, and not everyone’s match was romantic. 

Oh but how he yearned.  He was pathetic. 

‘I miss you.’

‘I miss you too’ Geralt hummed and Jaskier felt an ache through the bond that wasn’t his. He smiled sadly. He wasn’t the only one being pathetic. 

They fell silent, Jaskier gazing longingly at his lock screen, trying desperately not to fall apart in the middle of his office. Maybe he should go for a walk. Maybe he should just quit his job and move to America. His soulmate was American so he wouldn’t have to worry about visas as long as he could prove Geralt was his. He just…. 

“Fuck,” he groaned and buried his head in his arms. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes and there was a lump caught in his throat. “Sorry, Tissaia. I’m, I’m, well, I’m going for a walk.”

He practically launched out of his chair towards the door. Not even bothering to grab his coat. He closed his eyes and reached out to Geralt, feeling a phantom embrace as Geralt reached back. It wasn’t as good as a real hug but no real hug could soothe the ache of having to live so far apart from his soulmate. 

‘Jask?’

Jaskier practically ran away from his office, down the road towards the woodland that surrounded the campus. His hands were pulling at his hair and he muttered nonsense under his breath. He counted every step that took him away from the building. He liked to imagine that every step brought him closer to Geralt but really he wasn’t entirely sure. 

‘I miss you,’ he hummed again. ‘It’s not fair.’

‘I know.’

‘We’ve never even met… six years Geralt! Fuck it, fuck this shit, fuck this job,’ he kicked at the ground. ‘I don’t even want to work in an office. It was supposed to be temporary.’

‘Then quit?’

Jaskier snorted. ‘I can’t afford it.’

His father’s face flitted in front of him. He could afford it if only he weren’t so bloody stubborn. He could work in his father’s company and he could go to America to see Geralt. Why couldn’t he just accept that? Why was he insisting on making his own way?

‘Jaskier, no. It’s not worth it,’ Geralt’s voice wrapped around him like a blanket. ‘Don’t compromise on your dreams for me.’

‘But I love you!’ he whined pitifully. 

‘I know and I love you too, but you’ll only resent me.’

Jaskier huffed and slid to the ground, his back resting against a tree. He rest his forehead on his knees and began to cry. Soulmates weren’t supposed to live apart for this long, it was too taxing on both parties but destiny had been cruel to them. He sobbed helplessly, his body shuddering as he dug his nails into the grass, tearing up chunks and throwing them away. 

It was only when he heard his phone ring that he managed sort of pull himself out of it. He wiped his eyes and peered at the phone. 

Geralt.

Of course it was, Geralt. His soulmate was video calling him. He swiped the screen to pick up and sniffed loudly. He didn’t need to sniff as loudly as he did, and he didn’t need to pout pathetically at the screen as he picked up… but he was sad and dramatic. He wanted extra sympathy points from Geralt. 

“Hi,” he whined, still pouting and widening his eyes slightly for added effect. Geralt’s room was dark, just a small light turned on just out of the camera. It was a shame because he couldn’t ogle the other man quite as much as he would normally like. 

Still, Geralt looked adorable. Stubble was starting to grow on his cheeks and his hair was a mess, falling in front of his eyes like rays of moonlight. “Hi.”

“I love you,” Jaskier whined as if he hadn’t already told Geralt that a hundred times today already. 

Geralt, the bastard, just laughed at him. “I know, love.”

“I know. I know… but… I love you?”

“I love you too,” Geralt sighed, wiping the sleep from his eyes. 

Jaskier still hadn’t managed to work out whether Geralt’s eyes were really that colour or whether it was just some trick of the light. In all the photos and video calls they looked golden, but Jaskier had never met anyone with golden eyes before. He hadn’t even realised it was possible. It was like something out of a fairy tale. Then again, he’d seen Eskel and Lambert, Geralt’s brothers, and they also had the same molten gold eyes. 

Between Yennefer and Geralt’s family, Jaskier felt very plain. He was attractive enough but in such a normal way, nothing compared to Geralt’s silvery hair that made him look like he’d been blessed by the spirits of winter, and his swirling amber eyes that blazed like the sun, and then Yennefer with her locks of raven hair and piercing violet eyes. 

He chewed anxiously on his bottom lip. God, why was he surrounded by such beautiful people. Brown hair, blue eyes and a dead end job. 

“Hey?” Geralt’s gruff voice pulled him from his thoughts. “You’re important to me.”

Jaskier smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck. He wasn’t entirely sure what emotions he’d been channeling through their bond but it was obviously enough for Geralt to be concerned. “I love you.”

Geralt tilted his head at the camera and smiled fondly, it was obscured by the darkness and the terrible quality of Geralt’s phone camera but it still managed to melt Jaskier’s heart. Stupid, dumb, soulmate. Why did he have to live in America?

“I have a plan?” Geralt said quietly, looking around his room and not meeting Jaskier’s eyes. 

“A plan?”

“The restaurant I work at has live music nights,” Geralt mumbled.

Jaskier frowned. He already knew that. Geralt had mentioned it before. Normally when he was complaining about the quality of the music. Jaskier adored him for that. He loved to judge other people’s music, and he rather smugly loved the way Geralt had only ever said nice things about his own songs. 

“Right?” he asked slowly, not quite understanding where Geralt was going with this.

“I spoke to Dad,” Geralt paused, licking his lips. Jaskier swallowed. It wasn’t fair. How could one man be so unreasonably attractive? He tucked at the sleeves of his jumper whilst he waited for Geralt to finish his thought. The cuffs had holes in and were fraying but it was soft and made the work day more bearable. If he gave a shit about his job he might wear nicer clothes but he’d rather be comfortable. 

“Vesemir?” Jaskier prompted gently. 

“He could help pay for the flights, a loan and we’ll have to pay him back,” Geralt mumbled, still not making any sense. “My apartment isn’t very big but you’re welcome to share until you find your own place? If you want your own place. I’m not making assumptions. I don’t expect you to share just because we’re soulmates but it would be cheaper and the restaurant wouldn’t be able to pay that much at first. You’d be playing music for a living though, and I know that’s what you really want to do,” Geralt cut himself of with a sharp sniff, letting out a low snarl. “Actually forget it, it’s a stupid idea.”

“Geralt?” Jaskier’s heart was racing. It almost sounded like Geralt was asking him to move to America? More than that, his own family was offering to help pay for the flights that neither of them could afford on their own. 

“I said forget it,” the phone snapped off and the screen went blank but Geralt was his soulmate and it wasn’t quite that easy to runaway. 

‘I don’t want to forget it,’ Jaskier told him, trying to push all the love he had for Geralt through the bond. ‘Are you asking me to move in with you, Geralt?’

‘Maybe.’

‘Geralt,’ he admonished gently. ‘I can’t quit my job on a maybe.’

‘Yes.’

Jaskier grinned. ‘I’ll resign after lunch.’

Jaskier had been tempted to just grab his bag and leave the office for good, but Tissaia had been good to him. She’d put up with his moping for the last three years and even allowed him flexible lunch breaks so he could talk to Geralt when he was awake. Not all bosses would be so forgiving. So he worked his notice. She hadn’t been surprised in the slightest when he announced his plans, if fact she seemed more surprised that it had taken so long to make the plans. He supposed most soulmates did move to be closer at the first available opportunity and he’d been pining over Geralt for six long years. 

Valdo had been his usual grumpy self, sneering that Jaskier hadn’t been able to cope with the job, but there was something in his eyes, a sadness that Jaskier hadn’t expected. They had known each other since university and their rivalry was almost an act these days, but he’d thought that Valdo would be pleased to see the back of him. 

His friends organised a wonderful goodbye party for him. Yennefer pulling out all the stops to make sure he had the best send off. If it weren’t for the pull of Geralt and his soulmate, he’d almost be tempted to stay. England had been his home since he was born and his life was there, his friends were there. 

But Geralt was not. 

And there was the promise of a career in music on the other side of the pond. It was too much to resist. So Jaskier packed up his flat. He pack a rucksack full of his favourite clothes and picked up his guitar. 

Then he drove to the airport, leaving England behind for good. The flight had been almost unbearable. It was long and cramped. He spent most of the time wittering to Geralt, not that his soulmate had responded much. The lucky bugger had been asleep whilst Jaskier tried desperately to block out the noise of screaming children. At one point he started singing a popular Disney tune to try and calm the children but it had only made them more excitable and he’d earned several disapproving glares from their parents. He’d been more than relieved when the plane started its final descent towards the airport.

And then the nerves kicked in. 

Six years of talking through their bond, text or video call… 

What if Geralt realised he didn’t like Jaskier once they met in person? 

Surely some soulmates didn’t get along. Not everyone could be that lucky… could they? 

He was currently waiting for his guitar case to come round the carousel and he was panicking. He should have packed more clothes. He should have brought more belongings. He should have, he should have, he should have. 

‘Jaskier!’ Geralt called and the effect was instantaneous. The tension melted from his shoulders and his fingers relaxed by his side. 

‘Sorry,’ he shot back ‘just nervous.’

He’d feel a lot calmer once he had his guitar strapped to his back and Geralt in his arms. He chewed anxiously as he followed the pieces of the luggage belt with his gaze. He’d always enjoyed watching the way they shifted around as they trailed like a conga line around the airport terminal. His eyes kept flickering to the entrance of the carousel where luggage was pushing through the large rubber drapes. 

“Come on,” he muttered, hopping from one foot to another.

The anxiety began to rise again with each new suitcase that wasn’t his guitar, but he could feel Geralt’s presence warm and constant in the back of his mind. It was stronger now. He’d not expected that. No one had told him that the bond would be stronger with less distance between them. They could already communicate perfectly well from across the world but now he could almost feel Geralt’s heartbeat in harmony with his own, he could feel each breath that Geralt took if he focussed on it. He could even smell the stale scent of coffee from the shop that Geralt was waiting in. 

It was almost too much, overwhelming. 

He could have had six more years of this if he hadn’t been a coward. 

He was so caught up in the new sensations of their soul bond that he almost missed his guitar case travelling along the belt. He squeaked and had to push passed a family that was blocking his way. “Sorry! I’m so sorry, umm, excuse me!”  he yanked the guitar from the belt and ran to the nearest bench. He unzipped the case quickly and inspected his precious instrument. 

There wasn’t even a scratch!

He laughed brightly and hugged the instrument to his chest. One thing down, one to go. Next stop… Geralt! 

He zipped up the case, flinging it onto his back along with his rucksack and then ran as fast as he could through the airport. It gained him a few strange looks but he was done. He’d had enough of waiting. He stumbled a few times as the case fell down his arm but he was persistent. He bustled through the last security check with nothing to declare and then he was free.

“Geralt!!” He yelled, scanning the sea of people for a shock of silver hair. 

He saw himself through Geralt’s eyes and turned on his heels until he spotted his soulmate gazing back at him with open arms. He was here. Geralt was here. He stopped frozen to the spot for a second whilst the world seemed to slow to a halt. 

Geralt.

In the flesh.

And he could hug him. 

“Oh fuck,” tears were already falling down his face, a waterfall of emotions. “Geralt.”

The only word he had left, echoing through the bond, and then he was running again. His bag and guitar case dropping to the floor just in front of Geralt as Jaskier leapt. His arms flung around Geralt’s neck and his legs wrapped around Geralt’s waist. Geralt’s hands supported his weight with ease as Jaskier buried his face in Geralt’s neck, one of Geralt’s hands threading into his hair. God, he even smelled divine. That just wasn’t fair. 

“I love you,” Geralt murmured in his ear. 

The first words he heard his soulmate say in person, and fuck. If he hadn’t already been crying then that would have pushed him over the edge. He was a complete mess but he’d never been happier. He was here, with Geralt. He sobbed into Geralt’s shoulder until his soulmate lowered him gently to the floor. His legs felt weak and Geralt had to keep his arm wrapped around Jaskier’s middle to stop him from falling to the floor. Fingers brushed his cheek, wiping away some of the tears. 

“Hey?”

Jaskier looked at Geralt through a sea of tears. “Hi,” he laughed weakly. “I love you.”

Geralt pressed his forehead against Jaskier’s “I love you too, fuck… I can’t believe you’re here.”

“I’m here,” Jaskier laughed. “Holy fuck, I’m actually here, and you’re here, and the world hasn’t fallen apart. Oh bloody hell, stop fucking crying, Jask!” he snapped, pulling away from Geralt just enough so he could wipe his face. He smiled sheepishly and gazed at his soulmate through his eyelashes. If it weren’t for the bloody ocean on his face, then he would have tried to be seductive, but that ship had long sailed. “Can… can I kiss you?” 

Geralt’s ridiculously gorgeous and actually golden eyes softened. He nodded, hand still cupping Jaskier’s cheek. Jaskier almost fainted on the spot. He hadn’t been expecting Geralt to agree but he was too weak not to ask. He couldn’t even close the gap to finally kiss his soulmate, too stunned that Geralt even wanted it. Luckily Geralt still had his wits about him. A rough calloused finger stroked Jaskier’s cheek and then they were kissing. 

It was magical. He felt everything, and more. Geralt’s lips on his, Geralt’s love in his heart and his own love weaving into the fabric of Geralt’s soul. It felt so strange, after all this time to actually be here. If the emotions weren’t quite so intense then he’d almost think he was dreaming. 

‘I love you’ one of them sighed happily as their lips moved together, breaths mingling, souls completely entangled. 

I love you, I miss you, I want you, I love you…. The thoughts never stopped as they clung to each other in the middle of a shitty airport terminal. 

It was the end of Jaskier’s life as he knew it, and the beginning of a new life with Geralt by his side.

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*Timing Part 2–Zac Efron

Part 1

Warnings: protected sex, rough sex, language

Zac's confession replayed over and over again in my head. I couldn't leave knowing Zac was mad at me. That next morning, I got in my car to go talk to him, needing to see him. When I pulled up to his condo, I hesitated. I gathered my courage and forced myself out of the car.

I jogged up the steps, my nerves bouncing all over the place. I hesitated before lifting my hand and knocking. I held my breath as I waited for him to answer the door. My heart dropped into my stomach when Zac's ex-girlfriend opened the door.

"Hi, Y/N," she smiled. "It's been a long time."

The smirk on her face hit me in the gut. When they were together, she was constantly trying to put herself between Zac and me. She hated that we were close. She tried to put a wedge between us. And sadly, it worked. Until he came to his senses and dumped her.

"Hi, Alexandria," I said, biting my lip.

My heart jumped into my throat when I realized she was wearing one of Zac's flannels and nothing else. I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear as I cleared my throat.

"Did you need something?" She sighed as she leaned against the doorframe. "Zac and I were kind of busy."

"Well, I did but. . . Never mind," I stuttered. "Let Zac know I came by to see him."

I quickly turned around and headed back to my car. Before I got in, I turned around and saw her still watching me with a victorious smirk on her face.

"Actually, don't tell him I was here."

                             * * * * *

Seeing Alexandria at Zac's apartment, in his oversized flannel, killed me. I spent the entire day thinking about Zac.

When they were together, she tortured Zac. She was always telling him he was doing something wrong. With her, he felt like he was never enough.

Finally, I told him I couldn't stand by and watch as he became someone he wasn't, all for her. A week after I walked away, he knocked on my door. He stood there, his head hung low as he was barely able to look me in the eye.

When he finally did, he had tears streaming down his face. He immediately apologized and promised me that he would cut Alexandira out of his life completely. And he did. He deleted her number, unfollowed her on social media, and deleted all pictures of the two of them.

Knowing he cut her out, I couldn't help but wonder why she was back. Did I do this? Did me rejecting him, push him to go back to her?

The thought of me being the reason she's back in his life destroyed me. Zac has always held a special place in my heart. We've been best friends since we were little, but I lied to him the other night.

When he told me he was in love with me, the whole world froze. Then, all at once, it started up again and I had to make a decision; my new job or a life with Zac. And in that moment, I made the wrong decision.

Zac has always been there for me. When I needed him, he'd drop everything and run to me. I was the same way for him. I never thought about us being anything more until he left. When he moved to LA to start his acting career, I realized I couldn't live without him. I was in love with him.

Hours later, I was slowly washing my dishes from dinner with Zac's confession still bouncing around my head. I was brought from my thoughts by a desperate knock on my door. Confused, I hesitated to get it.

When it came again, I decided to answer it. I opened the door, my breath getting caught in my throat when I saw who was on my doorstep.

"Zac," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "What are you. . ."

"Alexandria wasn't at my place for what you think," he quickly said. "We didn't hook up or sleep together or anything. I woke up this morning and she was just there. I didn't call her, I didn't invite her, I didn't anything. She was just there. In my flannel. I know how it looks but. . ."

"Did you start drinking again?" I blurted out. He looked at me, his eyes softening when he saw the worry in mine.

"No," he said softly. "I didn't. I haven't had a drink since before rehab. I swear, Y/N. I don't know why Alexandria was at my place. Well. . . I know why. . ."

I waited for him to continue. The more he hesitated, the more worried I got. "She wanted to get back together, didn't she?"

"Yeah," he sighed. When he saw the look on my face, he quickly added, "But I told her no! She was horrible to me, just like you said. I would never go back to her, Y/N. I swear."

He took a slow step towards me and hesitated to grab my hands. Once he did, I intertwined our fingers. We stood like that in my doorway, neither one of us breaking the silence. I looked up at him to see him studying our hands.

"Y/N," he whispered, my name getting caught in his throat. "About what I said at your party. . . I shouldn't have. . ."

I cut him off by letting go of his hands, grabbing his face, and pressing my lips to his. He sucked in a surprised gasp but soon recovered. I felt him smile into the kiss as he pulled me into his chest. Our lips moved in sync as we held each other closely.

"I'm sorry," I gasped, finally breaking the kiss before it could get too heated. "The other night, when you told me how you felt, I was shocked. I decided to pick my new job over you, but that was a huge mistake. And I take it back. I don't want to choose my new job over you. I want to stay with my old job and start a life with you. . ."

Zac cut me off and pressed his lips to mine. I let out a small moan as our lips immediately started moving in sync. Without breaking the kiss, Zac leaned down and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, a smirk on my face as he carried me inside.

I giggled, slightly breaking the kiss when he shut the door behind us. I pressed my forehead to his, us breathing heavily as he slowly walked through my apartment and towards my room. I gasped when Zac carefully laid down on the bed without letting go of me.

He hovered over me, slightly rubbing his nose against mine. We were breathing heavily but neither one of us said anything. I tilted my head up and pressed my lips to his. I felt him smile into the kiss.

Soon, we couldn't contain ourselves anymore. I moaned as our lips moved roughly in sync. Zac broke the kiss and started kissing my neck. My breathing was shaky as he searched for my sweet spot.

When he found the spot under my ear, I let out a small shriek. I could feel him smirking against my skin as he continued to nibble on my sweet spot. A moan escaped my lips when he finally left that spot alone and started traveling down and across my collarbone.

"Damn," he whispered against my skin. He leaned up, looking me in the eyes. "I can't tell you how long I've wanted to hear those noises come out of you and for me to be the reason for them."

"I want you to be the only reason I make those sounds," I said, my voice breathy.

Zac smirked before pressing his lips roughly to mine. As our lips moved in sync, we started removing our clothes. We smirked as we sat up and took off our shirts, tossing them in the same direction.

My cheeks burned red as Zac glanced down at my almost-bare chest, biting his lip. I gathered as much courage as I could before reaching up and unhooking my bra. I didn't look away from him as I took it off.

He bit his bottom lip as he moaned, "Just as beautiful as I knew you would be."

I continued to chew on my bottom lip as his eyes took in my bare chest. He leaned towards me to get me to lay down, but I put my hand on his chest to stop him. He opened his mouth, but I cut him off.

"Your turn," I whispered. Zac smirked as he sat up. I instantly bit my bottom lip, holding in a moan as he slipped off his jeans. He playfully hesitated before taking off his boxers.

"Fuck," I said before I could stop myself. Zac smirked as he crawled over me and laid me back down. He leaned up so his lips were right by my ear.

"Just wait," he whispered, sending chills up and down my body. I let out a whimper as he stood up.

"What are you. . ." I stopped talking when Zac bent down and grabbed his wallet from his jeans pocket. He sent me a wink before dramatically pulling a condom out of his wallet.

"Get over here," I said breathlessly.

Zac laughed as he walked over, instantly crawling over me. The second he was hovering over me, he pressed his lips to mine. As our lips moved desperately in sync, I heard him open the condom and slip it on.

I gasped when Zac reached down and opened my thighs. I moaned against his lips as he started to massage my thigh, his hand moving higher and higher.

"Please tell me you're ready," he moaned against my lips. "I don't know how much longer I can wait."

"I'm ready," I moaned. I smirked as I added, "Take it easy on me, baby."

Zac grunted and caused me to moan when he pushed roughly into me. We both moaned loudly as he stretched my walls.

"Holy fuck, Zac," I gasped. He went to pull out of me but I grabbed his shoulders, stopping him. "Wait, baby. I need. . . I need to get used to this," I said between moans.

"No problem, gorgeous," he chuckled. "Tell me when you're ready."

I closed my eyes, slightly arching my back. I smirked when I heard Zac groan. I decided to tease him by lowering my back and arching it again, making him slid in and out of me.

"What the fuck are you doing, babe?" He moaned. "I thought. . . Fuck!"

I giggled as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. As our lips moved roughly in sync, so did our bodies. The pressure was building, our moans getting louder.

I gasped as he broke the kiss and started kissing my neck without pulling out of me. Zac explored my neck before traveling down my body.

"Oh, Zac!" I moaned loudly when his mouth found my breast. With a smirk on his face, he started to make out with my nipple. Profanities kept leaving my lips as he spent more time with my breasts.

"Shit," I gasped when Zac rolled us over so I was on top of him. He was breathing heavily as he looked me over, his hands tightly massaging my hips.

"My turn," he said, his voice coming out rough and dark.

"What do you want me to do, baby?" I asked as I reached up and started massaging my own breasts. My action made him moan.

"Ride me," he demanded. "Please, babe. I need to watch as your beautiful body pleasure mine."

His smile faltered when he saw the look on my face drop. He sat up, me still on his lap.

"What's wrong, baby?" He whispered.

"I've never. . . I don't know how. . ."

"Hey," he said gently. He smiled as he reached up and cupped my hand in his cheek. "Whatever you do, will be perfect."

I bit my lip before nervously sitting up, repositioning. He sent me an encouraging smile as he shifted a little so he was leaning against the headboard. I took a shaky breath as he rubbed my hips.

"Whenever you're ready, baby girl."

The look of love and lust in his eyes gave me all the encouragement I needed. I smiled before slowly bringing my hips down to his. Zac leaned his head back and moaned when he slipped into me. I took a shaky breath before starting to slowly grind down on him.

The longer I was on top of him, the louder he moaned. I wasn't sure if I was doing it right, but one look at him and I knew I was. He opened his eyes and smirked at me as he started to watch me go down on him.

"Holy shit," he swore under his breath when I went down a little harder.

"Is this. . . Does this feel good, baby?" I meant for it to sound sexy but it ended up sounding hesitant.

"So fucking good, baby."

He sent me a wink before closing his eyes and leaning his head against the headboard. I bit my lip when he lifted his hips, making the feeling of what we were doing sharpen.

I smirked when I got an idea. Without stopping my movements, I leaned down and licked up his chest. Zac sucked in a breath as my tongue traveled up his chest.

"Holy fuck, baby girl," he moaned.

He sucked in another breath when my tongue got to his neck, sliding up his chin. I cut off his moans by forcing my tongue into his mouth. I started moving my hips harder against his as our lips moved in sync.

"Wait," he gasped, breaking the kiss. "Baby, you gotta stop," he said out of breath. I instantly sat up, him slipping out of me.

"I'm sorry," I said, my voice breaking. I started to get off of him, but he stopped me and pulled me down onto his chest. He titled his head up and pressed his lips to mine.

"You don't have to be sorry," he whispered. "You were amazing, baby. The only reason I had you stop was because if you kept going, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from. . . Ya know."

I blushed when he sent me a teasing smirk. "And I don't want to finish with you on top," he said, his voice deepening. "I want to be on top of you, watching as we finish for the first time."

Zac quickly rolled us over, his smirk never leaving his face. He glanced down at my body, breathing heavily.

"I have wanted to do this with you for so fucking long," he whispered.

I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down so his forehead was pressed to mine.

"I love you, Zac," I whispered.

Zac quickly pressed his lips to mine. He didn't wait to push back into me. We moaned as our bodies and lips moved in sync. Soon, we were both riding our orgasms.

"Zac," I gasped, finally breaking the kiss. "I'm so close, baby."

I sucked in a breath when he pushed further into me. He grunted as he continued to push in and out of me.

"Give in, baby," he said through his teeth. "Cum for me, gorgeous. Please. I need to feel you giving in to me."

I finally released when he leaned down and pressed his face between my breasts. Even though I had already reached my orgasm, Zac continued to play with my breasts. I ran my fingers through his hair, making him bite down on my skin.

"Fuck!" He yelled when he finally released.

Zac slowly pulled out of me but stayed on top. He leaned up and looked deeply into my eyes. We were both breathing heavily as we laid there, neither one of us moving.

Finally, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my swollen lips. When he pulled apart, his smile was wide.

"I love you so fucking much, Y/N."

"I love you too, Zac."

                             * * * * *

I woke up to the sun shining through my window. A smile formed when the arm wrapped around my waist tightened and pulled me closer. I looked over my shoulder to see Zac's eyes still closed but he was smirking. I tried to sit up, but Zac grunted and tightened his grip on me.

"Zac," I whispered. He grunted again, leaning his forehead against my shoulder blade.

"Zac," I tried again. "Release."

"No," he mumbled.

I laughed as I rolled over, still in his arms. I leaned up and kissed his nose, finally getting him to open his eyes. The second they opened, he smiled.

"I love you," he whispered.

I smiled as I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away and whispering back, "I love you too."

I bit my lip when his smile dropped. "What's wrong?" I asked, my voice getting caught in my throat.

"Nothing," he tried to say. He sighed, laughing slightly when he saw the look on my face.

"Talk to me," I said under my breath as I reached up and cupped his cheek in my hand.

"Are you still planning on leaving?" My heart sank when his voice got caught in his throat. "I mean, I'm not going to stop you. It would be an amazing experience and that wouldn't be fair for me to stop you. We could always do the long-distance thing, right? It'll be hard but. . ."

I cut him off by rolling us over so I was on top of him. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. As our lips moved in sync Zac ran his hands up and down my back. I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against his.

"I'm not going anywhere."

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betrayal | jj maybank

warnings: cheating

word count: 1.5k

summary: y/n seeks comfort in her best friend jj after being hurt by her boyfriend john b.

a/n: first jj imagine on this account!! i love me some good angst so thanks for requesting!! hope you guys enjoy this :) i feel like my imagines are so dialogue based so i hope that’s okay for y’all?? let me know if you want less lol

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You were meeting up with your friends at the dock today, excited to have a day out in the heat after being pretty cooped up for a few days thanks to the weather. You hadn’t seen John B in a few days either, his texts becoming scarce and his phone calls completely absent. He said he had been busy with something, so you tried not to pry. You were just excited you got to see him today.

You walked up to the boat, all your friends already there, including Sarah. Sarah hadn’t hung out with you guys often, but the past few times you had been seeing her more and more. Not that you minded, per say, she was fine.

“Y/n!” JJ called, excitedly standing up and making his way over to you, helping you hop onto the boat before pulling you into a hug.

“Hey,” you smiled back, glancing over at John B who didn’t exactly react the way you expected. His eyes were cast downwards, almost as if he was refusing to look at you.

“Hey baby,” you grinned, going over to him and pressing your lips to his cheek.

“Hey, y/n,” he muttered.

You frowned, not sure why he was acting like this. You figured now wouldn’t be the time to ask, though, he wouldn’t want to talk about it with everyone standing around.

“Want to come over later?” you asked. “We can have a movie night, it’s been a while.”

“Sure,” he smiled. “Should we invite everyone?”

“Um...sure,” you agreed, surprised that he wasn’t jumping on the opportunity to have a night alone with you like he usually does. He is often eager to spend time together, regardless of what you were doing.

Pope passed you a beer, nudging you playfully with his elbow before starting the boat. You were happy to have a day out on the water, especially since you would be able to swim.

*

As the sun began setting, everyone returned to the dock to head home. It was a fun day, despite the fact that John B had been acting strange the whole time. You needed to figure out what was wrong with him.

“Hey, guys, want to come to y/n’s after for movies?” John B asked out loud, earning happy responses from everyone, except Sarah.

“I actually have plans tonight,” she muttered, kicking a foot aimlessly in the grass.

“That’s fine,” John B replied. “Everyone else meet up there in a bit?”

Everyone agreed, and you began walking home, John B ahead of you. 

“Hey!” you called after him, jogging slightly to catch up. Everyone had gone separate ways, meaning you had a moment alone with him before it was too late.

“Is something going on with you?” you asked, keeping your voice calm, hoping that would make him more inclined to share what was bothering him.

“No,” he shrugged, continuing to walk at a steady pace.

“Don’t lie to me, B,” you warned. “You’ve been acting weird all day, and you don’t even want to spend time with just me.”

“Maybe now isn’t the best time to talk about it,” he muttered.

“So it’s true?” you asked. “You don’t want to spend alone time with me?”

There was a long, heavy pause between you two. One you had never experienced before.

“Do you want to break up with me?” you asked, scared for a second. “Is that why you’re being distant?”

“No, y/n,” he said quickly, his head snapping up to meet yours. “That’s the last thing I want.”

“Okay,” you sighed. “So what then?”

“I’ve been seeing Sarah a lot lately,” he started. “We just started talking one day, we get along really well and she just gets me.”

You waited for him to continue, not really sure where it was going, and trying not to hope for the worst. You stared ahead at the bright sunset, not wanting to look at him for some reason.

“We were just friends so I didn’t say anything to you, really, we just liked to hang out,” he continued, as if making excuses for something. His voice was cracking, though, as if he was choking up about it.

“Did you,” you started, unable to get the words out. “Did you sleep with her?”

“We both knew immediately after that we shouldn’t have,” he sighed, a tear streaming down his face. “We decided not to say anything and stay friends because we knew it was wrong.”

“But you slept with her, John B,” you repeated, as if saying it multiple times would make it more realistic in your mind.

“Please, y/n,” he begged. “You have to forgive me, it was a mistake. I love you.”

“I-” you stuttered, trying to hold back the tears. “I can’t.”

“Please,” he repeated.

“I’m gonna go home,” you said stoically. “Don’t follow, and tell everyone not to come over, please.”

Those were the last words you said before you sped up your pace, leaving John B in the trails behind you. Once you were out of his eye and earshot, you let the tears fall down your cheeks. You tried to make sense of it in your head. How did him and Sarah even become friends? How could he never have mentioned her even before? Did he love her? There were millions of questions running through your head.

For a second, you wondered if it was your fault. Wondering if you weren’t good enough, or if there was something you could have done to prevent this. You quickly brushed these thoughts off, knowing it was no one’s fault but his.

You opened your front door, kicking your shoes off and quickly making it to your room, not wanting anyone to see you. You shut the door behind you and sat on the edge of your bed. A framed picture of you and John B sat on the desk in front of you, staring back at you. You quickly put it face down, not wanting to look at him.

After crying and pondering for what felt like hours, there was a knock on your door. You ignored it, assuming someone else would answer it. Soon enough, there was a knock on your bedroom door.

You prayed that it wasn’t John B coming to beg for forgiveness, but when the door opened, there was JJ, your best friend, a bag of your favourite chips in his hand.

“Where is everyone?” he asked.

“Not coming,” you muttered. “John B was supposed to tell you it was off.”

“Did something happen?” he asked, walking over to you and sitting on the chair in front of you.

“Yeah, um,” you started. “John B cheated on me with Sarah.”

“He what?” JJ exclaimed, taken aback by the words that just came out of your mouth. “What? When? Why?”

“I don’t know the details,” you shrugged. “I didn’t stay long enough to hear them.”

“That’s-” he started, appalled still, “That’s awful, y/n.”

You nodded, wiping a single tear from your eye. You didn't even know what to say to JJ, despite the fact that you both always had the right things to say to each other. I guess this was a situation where the “right words” didn’t really exist.

“Only an absolute moron would be dumb enough to cheat on you, y/n,” JJ began, moving from the chair to the bed beside you. “He obviously doesn’t know what he just lost.”

“He wanted me to forgive him,” you told JJ. “But I can’t.”

“He doesn’t deserve your forgiveness,” he reassured. “You’re probably the most amazing person I know, y/n, you deserve so much better than that.”

“Thanks, J,” you smiled sadly, leaning your head on his shoulder.

He wrapped his arm around you comfortingly and you sank into him, shutting your eyes briefly. JJ had a way of making you feel better by just being around you. His presence was a comfort.

“Do you want to still watch a movie together?” he asked, grabbing the chips and waving them in front of you. “I brought your favourite.”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “That would be nice.”

“Seriously, though, y/n, fuck John B,” he said. “I don’t care that he’s my friend. You’ll find someone who will treat you the way you deserve.”

“You’re the best,” you told him honestly. “I’ll be okay, eventually, it just really hurts. Makes me feel like I’ll never be able to trust anyone ever again.”

“You will,” he assured you. “You just need to find the right person.”

JJ’s blue eyes bore into yours, and you couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he was in that moment. Not only on the outside, but he was a beautiful soul. He was someone you could always count on, no matter what. There wasn’t a more selfless person you knew.

“What movie shall we pick?” you asked, lightening the mood.

“Sad romance?” he asked. “Seems suitable.”

“Really?” you asked. “You’re already teasing?”

“Well, it’s who I am, baby,” he smirked.

You groaned, crawling under the covers and opening the bag of chips before scrolling through Netflix, and of course, decided to choose a sad romance movie as you snuggled into JJ’s side, already feeling a little bit happier.

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Choose Me Instead II Draco Malfoy x Reader II Chapter 4 of 27: Potions

Summary:  Pretending to be in a relationship with Draco Malfoy to get back at your ex might have not been the smartest idea you ever had. Especially during your last year of Hogwarts where you should be focusing on exams and your future plans. However, you were just pretending. There was no way in hell you could actually catch feelings for someone like Malfoy. … Right?

CHAPTER 3

A/N: I’m blown away by how many people have started reading my fic. Thank you all so much <3

Words: 3550 Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!Reader, post-war Warnings: mentions of sex, references to trauma in the form of nightmares

The moments you and Malfoy shared on the Quidditch field that Saturday night kept replaying in your head for weeks. It’s beneath you. The sentence had stuck with you. You knew he was right about it. Ron Weasley didn’t deserve any more of your attention. However, it seemed impossible to get rid of the anger that filled you every time you saw him.

You spent so many days together and never wanted to fall for him – no, you tried to stay away when he first approached you, feeling it was not right. Hermione was your friend and you knew, this behavior would hurt her. But he wouldn’t stop trying to get you to go out with him and before you knew it, he teared down all the walls you had so carefully built around yourself. It was the first time in a long while that you felt like a normal teenager and just when you started to trust him and the first feelings started to blossom – he turned away, acting like your time together never happened. It hurt. It hurt so fucking much. And who was Malfoy to understand that?

You avoided Ron whenever possible, keeping yourself busy with schoolwork and Quidditch. For the first time ever you joined the team and it turned out to be an amazing decision as it took your mind of things. Things mainly being Ron or Malfoy.

You watched Malfoy during meals out of the corner of your eyes. He usually sat together with Zabini, Parkinson and Nott, listening to them but not joining in the conversations apart from the occasional smile or remark. In class, he sat in the back, working quietly on his own. Sometimes you passed him in the hallways or the library and then you noticed him writing in the black notebook over and over.

A strange fascination kept drawing your attention towards the young man. He was not the Malfoy you grew accustomed to over the years – no more stupid fights or devious pranks. A lot less mean remarks and insults. Of course you knew the reason behind his change but it didn’t stop you from searching for his white blond hair in the crowds, wanting to watch him from afar.

You wondered about his life. He spoke about so many personal things that night. Although it was always with a sarcastic or cynical undertone, the painful honesty behind his words now sent shivers down your back when you thought about it. Yet, not once did you talk to him again afterwards – and he avoided you too as far as you could tell. At least, he always looked away when your eyes accidentally met from across the room, focusing on the book in front of him again. That notebook was another riddle. Although you already guessed what it was, you were curious nonetheless.

Soon the days grew colder and the leaves turned brown. Less time was spent outside, more and more did you find yourself huddled in front of the common room fireplace with a mug of hot tea and a good book. Hogwarts started to feel like home again. It was a slow process but each day the memories began to be replaced with new ones. Better ones. For some it was harder than for others. Ginny was one of them. She smiled and laughed loudly during the days but some nights were still difficult.

Tonight was one of them. You opened your eyes, blinking a few times as you needed a moment to fully wake up. Something startled you in your sleep. Then you heard someone tossing and turning – it came from Ginnys bed. You reached for your wand and whispered “Lumos”. Shining the light towards your friend, you saw her distorted facial expressions as her hands kept twitching. She was mumbling something you didn’t understand at first but then one word stood out – Fred.

You were up on your feet in seconds, kneeling next to her bed. “Ginny,” you softly touched her arm. “Ginny, wake up.”

Her eyes flew open and a gasp escaped her lips.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “Just a nightmare.”

“I-I saw –,” she stuttered and looked at you, slowly realizing where she was. When she did however, she remembered about him as well. You saw what would happen next by the way her lips started to tremble and without hesitation pulled her into a hug. Tears were streaming down her face, quiet sobs shaking her whole body. You held her for minutes, stroking her back, wishing you could do something to ease her pain.

At some point Ginny let go of you, reaching for a tissue on her nightstand. “I’m sorry for waking you up,” she mumbled after cleaning her nose.

You smiled empathetically at her. “Don’t worry.”

She sighed, smiling back at you sadly before she started rummaging through the drawer. “Damn,” she pulled out an empty bottle.

“What is it?”, you asked.

“It helps me sleep,” she explained and added – after she saw your worried expression – with a chuckle: “It’s nothing addicting, don’t worry. It’s just … ugh, I knew I forgot something.” She let herself fall back against the pillow.

“Where do you normally get it from?” You looked at the small bottle. It didn’t look like she bought it somewhere. It looked handmade.

“Madame Pomfrey.”

You nodded, standing up to grab a robe. “I’ll get it.”

“No! Oh, Y/N, please don’t, I can manage,” Ginny tried to protest but you shook your head.

“It’s fine, really!”, you smiled at her.

“She’s probably asleep anyways.”

“She always has someone working the night shift. I’ll just grab that –,” you took the battle and put it in the pocket of your robe. “– and I’ll be right back.”

 ***

Hogwarts at night always felt a little creepy. Dark and long hallways, ghosts passing you by and that eerie silence … A shiver ran down your spine and you sped up a little, wanting to be back in bed as fast as possible.

The door to the hospital wing was open, illuminated by a glimmer of light coming from inside. Good, so someone was there. You slipped through the door and made your way towards the office of Madame Pomfrey.

“Come in,” she called when you knocked on the door.

She was turned away from you, her nose stuck in a book. To your surprise, she wasn’t the only one in the small office. In front of her desk stood no other than … Draco Malfoy.

“Oh.”

Malfoy didn’t look at you. “The healer that has worked for my family for decades said it’s alright,” he said with a pressed voice, directing it at Madame Pomfrey.

The woman sighed softly before she turned around. “Well, honey, your healer probably also gets paid by your family.”

“What that’s supposed to mean?”, Malfoy asked, sounding almost offended.

“Nothing,” she replied. “But I disagree with him. Although the medicine has no immediate side effects, prolonged and excessive use of it can make it stop working altogether. I believe, this wouldn’t help you very much either and –”

“I know, I know,” he interrupted her, clearly having had this talk before.

Madame Pomfrey continued talking in a stern voice: “I refilled your bottle twice during the past ten days – it says so in my book here and I keep very good track of all my patients – so I can’t give you anymore.” A sad smile appeared on her face. “I’m sorry, honey. I can however offer you this.“ She pulled a small cotton bag from one of the drawers. “It contains different herbs. Put it under your pillow and it’ll help you sleep.“

Malfoy hung his head, looking defeated and exhausted. „What about the … dreams?“

„I’m so sorry, honey, but there’s nothing I can do about it.”

With another sigh, he finally gave in and took the cotton bag. “Good night,” he muttered and left the room, without even glancing in your direction.

Feeling as if you had just witnessed something that wasn’t meant for you to see, you stood awkwardly in the corner of the room, waiting for the healer to speak.

“Poor boy,” she mumbled and shook her head with a sad expression. Then she looked at you: “What are you here for, dear?”

You took a step forward, holding up the bottle.

“Oh dear, this is really in demand tonight,” she took it from you.

So Malfoy was using the same medicine as Ginny? Interesting.

“It’s for Ginny Weasley,” you explained. “She’s not doing well tonight so I came to get it.”

Madame Pomfrey nodded, quickly glancing into her patient book. Then she disappeared behind a few shelves and came back with a fully filled bottle. “It’s been a while for her. I’m glad to see she’s needing less,” she said. “Give her my best. Good night, honey!”

“Good night,” you replied, smiling at her.

Stepping outside the office, you were surprised to see Malfoy leaning against the hospital wing doors. He looked nervous, shifting uncomfortably, drawing circles on the ground with his foot.

“You forget something?”, you asked when you reached him.

He looked at you for the first time, his eyes taking your pajamas and bathrobe. “Nice outfit,” he sneered.

“Have you looked in the mirror?”, you replied sarcastically, pushing the doors open. You referred to the sweatpants and the oversized shirt he was wearing, surprised someone like Malfoy even owned such clothes.

He followed you outside. “I was just –”, he began after a moment. “I wanted to make sure –”

“I haven’t met anyone on my way to Madame Pomfrey. She was alone in her office,” you interrupted him, guessing where this was going.

“Right,” Malfoy mumbled.

“Anything else?” You stopped by a large staircase. “I have to go up here.”

He shook his head. “No.” After a brief moment of hesitation, he added: “Good night, Y/L/N.”

You could hear the unspoken ‘thank you’ within those three words and sent him a very tired smile, just wanting to get back to bed. “Night, Malfoy.”

 ***

You were the first to arrive at the Potions classroom and leaned against the cold stone wall with a yawn. It was the last class for today and you looked forward to going back to your room for a quick nap.

Ginny had fallen asleep quickly after you had brought her the medicine and so did you. Although, you had a restless night after that, waking up countless times from weird dreams. All of them featuring one specific person: Malfoy. The two of you walking through the Forbidden Forest, sitting in your childhood room, talking on the Astronomy Tower. Waking up confused and not feeling rested at all, you wondered what it meant. Why would you ever dream of him? Just because you talked a couple of times and you accidentally got involved in very personal situations? Just because you kissed once? Oh, the kiss – also a frequent visitor in your dreams. Not that it meant anything. He was an objectively good kisser, nothing more, nothing less.

“Y/N?”

You looked up when someone called your voice. Ron walked towards you, noticeably agitated.

“You have a couple minutes?”, he asked.

No, was your immediate thought. “Yes.”

“Good, good,” he looked behind himself, checking if anyone else was in the hallway, fiddling nervously with his hands. “It’s about Hermione.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What about her?”

“Well, I know you told Ginny about … us,” he started. “She screamed at me more than once for it.”

You suppressed a smile.

“Anyways, I was wondering … please don’t tell Hermione,” Ron finally managed to get out.

His request irritated you. “Don’t you think I would have told her by now if I wanted her to know?”

“I … No, I don’t know,” he shrugged. “You know how girls are.”

“Excuse me?” There it was again – the all too familiar rage starting to form inside of you. “How are we girls?”

He sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just noticed you’ve been avoiding me ever since school started and Hermione even started questioning me about this and I’m afraid it’s some sort of plan of yours to … y’know, get back at me.”

“What the fuck, Ron! How manipulative do you think I am?”, you spat at him. “I don’t care about your stupid relationship and I’m not getting involved. I know it’s hard for you to comprehend but some people actually still have values and don’t treat their supposed friends like shit!”

“Treat you like shit?”, now he started to raise his voice as well. “When have I ever –”

You interrupted him: “Don’t act dumber than you are!”

His face slowly began to turn red. “I never once said we were anything serious!”

“You joked about us moving in together after school!”

“Yes, Y/N,” he hissed. “I joked about it.”

You started at him in disbelief. “You’re such a jerk.”

“And you’re … you’re … ugh,” he stammered, his face still glowing red. “It’s not like I don’t have any feelings for you! I had a huge crush on you but Hermione …” He crossed his arms. “I can’t have both and she’s …”

“No, you can’t,” you glared at him. “Now, get the fuck away from me.”

Ron clenched his teeth, not making any efforts to follow your demand. “You have to promise me you won’t tell her!”

This guy was unbelievable. “I don’t have to do anything!”

“Y/N, you have to –”

“Has your mother taught you no manners, Weasley?”, a sudden voice said behind him. Malfoy arrived at the classroom door, nonchalantly letting his bag slip from his shoulders and leaning against the wall across from you. “She wants you to leave her alone.”

Irritatedly, Ron looked at him. “Shut your mouth, Malfoy. I’m talking to Y/N!”

“No, you’re harassing her,” his voice was cold as ice. “So leave or you’ll regret it.”

Ron scoffed. “Yeah, right. What are you gonna do, Death Eater?”

“Mr. Weasley!” Professor Slughorn stood in the now open to the classroom, looking at the three of you in shock. “How dare you insult your fellow classmate like that?”

Ron’s eyes widened. “I’m … He provoked me, Professor!” He pointed a finger at Malfoy who raised his hand in a ‘I-don’t-know-what-he’s-talking-about’-gesture.

Slughorn shook his head in disappointment. “Mr. Weasley, you will come with me. You two”, he looked at you and Malfoy. “Class will start in ten minutes. You can come in once your classmates arrive.”

You nodded and Ron trotted inside, head hanging low. Then the door closed behind him. Turning towards Malfoy, he was watching you with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Beneath you,” he mouthed silently.

Letting out a huff of air, you rolled your eyes. “I don’t need you to come to my rescue. Ever.”

He shrugged. “I didn’t come to your rescue though. I just can’t stand the sound of Weasleys voice.”

“Right,” you stood up straight.

Anger and disbelief were the only two emotions you felt in this moment. To think that just three months ago, you were head over heels falling for this boy – and now, he acted like such an idiot. Running around, completely disregarding the feelings of others. Your feelings. Your eyes began to burn and you swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears from coming. He didn’t deserve any of that.

You could feel Malfoy still watching you. Thankfully, he stayed quiet.

Finally, the others arrived. Inside the classroom, you were met by an angry looking Ron. “Two weeks of detention,” he hissed when Harry sat down next to him. “For telling the truth about Malfoy! Can you believe it?!”

Serves you right, you thought.

“Open your book, page 124,” Slughorn announced when the students had settled down. “You’ll work on the assignment in pairs of two. Following pupils will work together: Miss Parkinson and Miss Granger …”

Before he could continue, both girls started to protest. He raised his hand. “No, you cannot switch. As we told you in the beginning of the school year, we will actively try to demolish the house rivalry. Making you work together is an important step towards this goal. So, let me continue, please. Mister Zabini and Mister Finnigan, Miss Weasley and Mister Nott, Mister Malfoy and Miss Y/L/N …”

Oh for gods sake. Did the universe desperately plotted to get the two of you to spend time together? Suppressing a groan, you grabbed your books, going over to Malfoys table at the back of the class.

Wordlessly, he grabbed his bag, removing it from the chair next to him.

“Seven years of not talking alone once and now I have to put up with you every second day.” You wanted the sentence to come out nicer than it did and mentally slapped yourself for sounding so mean.

Nevertheless, Malfoy nodded in agreement. “I’m just as thrilled about this as you are, Y/L/N.”

The two of you started working quietly and efficiently. Potions had always come easy to you, even when Snape used to be the teacher, and apparently, Malfoy seemed to be just as skilled.

“Did you tell anyone?”, you broke the silence suddenly while stirring the violet liquid inside the cauldron.

He quickly glanced at you. “If I did you would have noticed.”

Probably true.

“Did you?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

The two of you continued working for a while. You kept glancing at Malfoy, remembering the dreams from last night. A strange sense of curiosity formed inside of you. You watched him, the way he read the instructions carefully, mumbling to himself at times. Then suddenly your eyes began trailing off, wandering down to your lips. The moment in the storage room suddenly flashed before your eyes and without noticing, you licked over your own lips.

“Enjoying the view, Y/L/N?“

You realized in terror that Malfoy had stopped working and was now looking at you with an amused expression.

“No, what, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you uttered, your cheeks burning from embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, I know of the effect I can have on women.“

You snorted. „You’re awfully arrogant, Malfoy.“

„It’s the truth. Not even good Gryffindors such as yourself can resist the Malfoy charm,” he chuckled to himself.

“In your dreams, Malfoy.“

He didn’t reply to that but instead smirked at you, causing you to blush even more. “Don’t worry, my standards aren’t low enough for you.”

“Says the girl who slept with Weasley,” he had leaned in and whispered those words very close to your ear.

You knew no one could have possibly heard him but flinched nevertheless and lightly hit his arm. “Shh!”

Malfoy chuckled. “We’re done, Professor,” he then announced loudly and stepped back from the table.

Slughorn came over, taking a good look at your work. “Mhm, very well done,” he concluded after a moment. “You’ll receive an excellent mark for that. Well done! You can clean up and then start your homework assignment. Page 125.”

You smiled at the old man, happy about his praise and happy, that working together with Malfoy had been such an easy task,

“Anyways,” you began when the two of you had cleaned the table and stored everything away. “How’s that whole thing going?” You nodded towards the place where Astoria Greengrass was sitting.

Malfoy simply shrugged. “Every day I’m one step closer to go looking for a fake girlfriend.”

You snorted.

It was a strange feeling, having disliked Malfoy for so long and now being able to converse so easily. In your mind, you knew it would have been smarter to stay away, avoid him whenever possible. At least for your family that was the smarter approach. He had been a Death Eater and even though you’d never bring it up and strongly believed in second chances, his family still upheld these values. They still fought on the wrong side of the war. It disturbed you how effortlessly you had formed a connection with him.

You looked up from your book when you felt that strange sensation of someone staring at you. A little irritated, you searched the room with your eyes. It was Ron. The redhead was staring at you angrily from across the class and when you saw him like that, the weirdest thought popped into your head:

How mad would he be if I were to be Malfoys girlfriend?

It was a crazy thought, nothing you planned on taking seriously. But Ron admitted he had felt something for you. So how funny would it be to pretend you were dating his childhood enemy? Oh, he would be fuming.

You looked over to Malfoy who was scribbling on a piece of paper. No. No, this was too crazy. Right? Of course, it would be just for fun – just to get back at Ron. He even accused you of having some sort of plan to hurt him. You never considered yourself a person who was interested in revenge but this would be harmless. It wouldn’t even count as revenge. It would help Malfoy out and piss Ron off. Win-win. A few months of playing ‘happy couple’ in public and it would be done. A simple task. No way would you be able to develop any deeper feelings for that Slytherin. No way.

***

I hope you liked it! I’d love to hear your thoughts about this chapter! <3 A/N: I’m sorry that it takes me a while to get to the whole fake relationship thing. But it would feel so rushed so that’s why I’m trying to slow it down a little. I hope you can understand <3

CHAPTER 5

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Jackass Forever

Yep...I finally saw it weeks after it was released. I’d like to reveal this in case if I haven’t talked about it before. I genuinely like the Jackass movies. My favorites are 2 and 3. I didn’t watch the show much because...it wasn’t on tv a lot. Yet it’s mainly the movies I know. 

This is just my opinion. The Jackass movies are pretty much to me the definition of the term “Boys will be boys” and I mean by dudes literally doing the stupidest shit possible. Even though some of it is clearly gross. But I strangely love it. In a way, it’s stupid humor at its finest. With guys that are willing to get hurt even though I get worried about them.

I wanted to take my cousin to see this movie as a late birthday gift because he took me to see Jackass 3/3D in theaters and even Bad Grandpa. I wanted it to be special and meaningful between the two of us. Yet he’s been very busy a lot, especially for his upcoming wedding. So, I sadly decided to take my chance before the movie goes to streaming and out of theaters.

Especially with what I’ve read in comments. This could be the final Jackass movie with the older guys. Things may change in the future. But with the Jackass crew getting older. And they got new folks joining with them. They’ve also taken so many beatings and other shit towards themselves. That I didn’t want to miss out on what is many the last Jackass movie in theaters.

I almost had the whole theater to myself. Yet a couple came along before the movie started and they were laughing too. Glad they enjoyed it. They were mainly in the middle of the theater while I was atop on G5.

In a nutshell, and...maybe some little spoilers. Nothing too huge. It’s just a movie full of stupid stunts. This is what I told my mom.

“Gross yet humorous”. 

That is basically the experience. To be honest, this is maybe the craziest yet grossest Jackass movie possibly. But it was still funny. I will admit this, I felt like Jackass 3D seems more like a fitting conclusion. Yet that’s because I felt the movie ended a bit shortly. Compared to the endings of the 2 and 3. And you have that amazing “Son Of Jackass” joke from that first movie. I did still love seeing old footage in the credits. 

Yet I can understand some reasons why because there’s one stunt where they show Johnny actually going to the hospital. And Hell, some of the stunts in this showcased even more damage. I was worried about Aaron the most. Amazing to find out even Rotten Tomatoes mentions that. Despite and what pleases me that this is the most well received of the movies.

But seriously...some of the shit seen in this movie. Especially for Steve-O. Holy shit dude.

I liked this movie. And while I think it wasn’t, “The movie 2022 needs” or something I had thought and hoped. I sound ridiculous saying that. I know not everyone likes Jackass. And turns out...on Wikipedia. It says it is the final one. I’m glad I was able to see this. Including Jackass 4.5 will be released on Netflix in July.

:) Thanks for the memories Jackass. Glad to have these movies in my life.

Also...I’m surprised to see @whovian45810 is a fan too. XD

[dc41896]

POV

So I’ve been wanting to write something based on the song pov by Ariana Grande and then a certain someone decided to attack my heart strings yet again playing the piano so this is an idea I thought of lol. Also this is a sequel to Between the Lines.

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluff! (Well maybe a teensy amount of sad times because of the lyrics)

“There she is,” Chris smiles entering the small make shift studio holding two steaming mugs. Joining your bundled form on the grey loveseat, he hands one to you before sweetly kissing your cheek and moving your legs to stretch across his lap. “So how’s my two-time Grammy nominated superstar doing?”

That’s pretty much all he called you now, besides his usual baby and honey, ever since the list of nominations were announced a couple months ago. Every time the words left his mouth, you found yourself giddily smiling and feeling as if you were in a dream you were bound to wake up from any moment.

Like other artists, winning a Grammy was always one of your ultimate goals and now that there was a possibility you could take home not one but two, you felt immense pride and excitement that your hard work was paying off. This excitement soon turned into stress though with the added preparations you needed to complete as the big day quickly approached. Since you were also performing, you and your team had been busy thinking of what the perfect song choice would be as well as concepts that would match.

So far everything was perfect until your pianist had an unfortunate accident requiring him to have surgery on his wrist. Now you were even more stressed wondering if there were any other people you knew that could fill in.

“A little overwhelmed honestly,” you sigh placing your phone down before noticing what exactly was in your mug. “How did you know I was craving cocoa?”

“Well knowing how stressed you’ve been lately, I figured you’d want some since that’s when you crave it most.”

“Aww thank you baby,” you smile leaning over to wipe his mini chocolate mustache before kissing his lips.

“Still looking for a piano player?”

“Yea but with it coming up so soon, we might just have to do the backup song which isn’t entirely a bad thing, but then I’d have to think of a totally new concept, outfit, then we have to rehearse, I’d have to tell the producers at the show we changed it-,”

“Hey let’s take a break from that okay?,” he speaks trying to calm your rambling and very apparent nerves. Taking your hand, he pulls you closer to sit on his lap guiding your head to fall on his shoulder. “I know things aren’t going how you want, but everything will work out. You’re gonna have an amazing performance that people are gonna talk about for the rest of the year, and no matter what, me, your family, friends, and fans will be so proud of you.” Bringing your hand to his lips, he peppers kisses along your knuckles and fingertips making you smile as you snuggle closer to his neck.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, you know I’m always here.”

Soothingly rubbing circles in your back the way you loved for him to do, you nearly let the vibrations from his humming lull you to sleep before an idea makes you sit up, staring at him now confused.

“Honey? You okay?”

“Yea...yea I just thought of something. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You play piano for me! I mean you know the song you’ve heard it plenty of times, heck you even helped with the melody. Then that way nothing has to get changed!,” you excitedly answer holding onto his shoulders.

“Yea all of that is true, and I’d love to help but are you sure? Y/N that’s your night, I don’t want anybody trying to say I’m somehow tied into your success when that’s not true.”

“Chris, you and I both know people are gonna talk no matter what, and as long as I’m with you sadly someone’s gonna think that and try to spread it everywhere. But I don’t care what anyone says, and you shouldn’t either,” you smile moving your hands to rest on his partially bearded cheeks. “Like you said it’s my night and sharing it with the man I love will make it even more special. Especially if he’ll be right beside me the whole time.”

“Whether I was physically on that stage with you or not, you know I’m always beside you.”

Closing the gap between you, his lips capture yours in a quick yet passionate exchange before he rests his forehead against yours.

“Now if you win, does that mean my name goes on it too? I mean as you said I helped with the melody and I am providing my services,” he states as you both laugh holding onto each other.

“I don’t know about the name inscription, but we can work that out later,” you answer.

———

“Alright five minutes guys!,” Gina announces fluffing your curls one last time. Noticing your infamous lip bite as your knee rapidly bounces, Chris places both hands on your knee quickly kissing your cheek before being swatted away by your best friend giving you a much needed laugh. “Hey relax, no smudging the makeup until after they say cut.”

“Two minutes!,” a voice yells as you try your best to breathe.

“You got this alright? You’re gonna do great!” Giving you a quick hug, she disappears behind the cameras and soon you hear the cheery presenter in your ear as she begins introducing your performance.

“Alright now I’m not trying to be biased, but this next performer is one of my favorites! She’s been killing it this year with the release of her highly anticipated debut album which led to her two Grammy noms tonight. Performing from her personal studio, here’s Y/N.”

The piano softly plays in the background as the camera focuses on you perched on a wooden bar stool. Pulling the sleeves of your pullover sweater over your hands, you take a quick deep breath as your cue to start approaches.

It's like you got superpowers

Turn my minutes into hours

You got more than 20/20, babe

Made of glass, the way you see through me

You know me better than I do

Can't seem to keep nothing from you

How you touch my soul from the outside

Permeate my ego and my pride

I wanna love me

The way that you love me

Ooh, for all of my pretty and all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me

The way that you trust me

Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view

Glancing over at Chris in his backwards cap, grey tank, and sweats a small smile forms on your lips watching his fingers delicately press against each key. He could feel your eyes as he looked up with a smile himself winking at you and making you innocently giggle.

I'm gеtting used to receiving

Still gеtting good at not leaving

I'ma love you even though I'm scared

Learnin' to be grateful for myself

You love my lips 'cause they say the

Things we've always been afraid of

I can feel it startin' to subside

Learnin' to believe in what is mine

I wanna love me

The way that you love me

Ooh, for all of my pretty and all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me

The way that you trust me

Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view

Standing from your seat, you slowly make your way beside him on the bench resting your head on his shoulder while the camera pans around to catch your cute exchange.

I couldn't believe it or see it for myself

Know I be impatient

But now I'm out here, fallin', fallin'

Frozen, slowly thawing, got me right

I won't keep you waitin', waitin'

All my baggage fadin' safely

And if my eyes deceive me

Won't let them stray too far away

I wanna love me

The way that you love me

Ooh, for all of my pretty and all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me, ooh

The way that you trust me, baby

'Cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view

As he plays his last few notes, your arms gently wrap around his bicep and your chin rests on his shoulder before you peck the corner of his mouth. His lips twitch into that adorable smile you love so much after mouthing “I love you” and all those around cheer with claps and whistles.

“You did amazing honey,” he whispers cupping your cheek with his warm hand.

“Thank you, and you too Mozart.”

“Nope, we’re not making that a thing. We both know I literally could never,” he replies making you both laugh before being startled by Gina’s squeals.

“Girl you won best new artist!”

“Wait what?”

“You won! They just told me so you can go ahead and make your acceptance speech! They’ll play it when the category comes up.”

You have to be nudged by a chuckling Chris being in such a state of shock. Oh course you hoped and wished you’d win, but you didn’t expect it to actually happen. Returning to your barstool, you try to collect yourself as the signal is given that the camera was rolling.

“Wow, um hi everybody! I honestly didn’t think this would happen,” you nervously laugh. “Um first off thank you mom and dad for your support even though I was probably really annoying singing all over the house all hours of the day. Thank you to the fans, of course, for your support as well from streaming to buying my music and all the other ways you guys have been so amazing to me. I may not be able to respond to every single post, tweet, or DM but I see you guys and from the bottom of my heart I truly thank every single one of you. My friends and my team, I love y’all so much and appreciate all that you guys do to help and keep me sane.”

“And to the one who inspired the song that helped me get this award,” you sigh peering past the camera to see a glossy eyed Chris leaning against the wall. “Thank you for being exactly what I need when I need it, whether it’s a cuddle buddy, a partner in crime for late night food runs, or a friend to remind me to love myself when I’m doing the opposite. I love you and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Rotating the silver band on your ring finger, you hold up your hand with a shy smile to reveal a sparkling princess cut diamond making everyone around beam with excitement, and surely those who would be watching at home.

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[kpop-zone]

Blackpink reaction to their s/o coming home early from a business trip

Jisoo

Jisoo smiled while looking at her phone. You had sent her a dumb gif accompanied with an encouraging text message about an hour ago and she couldn’t stop looking at it. She had the honor of hosting an award show and although she had been a MC before, she knew that this event was much bigger. Thousands of people would be watching her on TV and Jisoo couldn’t help the nervousness that was making her feel nauseous.

But your text made her feel better. She imagined how you would normally stand beside her right now and try to take away her nervousness with dumb jokes. Unfortunately though, your company had an important meeting with a key account this weekend. Therefore, you had to fly to Japan and couldn’t be her moral support.

When another wave of nervousness crashed over Jisoo, she contemplated calling you. Maybe your voice would be enough to calm her, so she quickly dialed your number. After the second ring, you picked up the phone.

“Shouldn’t you be preparing your text?”

You chuckled into the speaker, making Jisoo’s corners of mouth turn upward.

“You think I need practice?”

She scoffed as if she wasn’t a nervous wreck right now and you laughed at the other end of the line.

“So you’re not nervous?”

You asked and Jisoo immediately denied it.

“Of course not. I’m Jisoo. I’m ok.”

She grinned, but this time you didn’t respond immediately. Instead, there was silence on the other side of the line for a while.

Jisoo pressed her ear against the speaker to hear whether the connection had been interrupted. She was just about to probe whether you were still there, when a voice from behind made her turn around.

“Well I guess that means that I came all this way for nothing.”

Jisoo’s phone almost slipped out of her hand when she saw you standing in the door.

“What are you doing here?”

She asked completely dumbfounded.

“I thought, I’d be your moral support. But if you’re not nervous, I can leave again, right?”

You said while motioning behind you.

Jisoo knew that you were just teasing her right now, but she was so glad right now that you were here that she couldn’t think of a witty response. Instead the crossed the distance to you with a few big steps and wrapped her arms around your neck. You squeezed her tightly and Jisoo felt her heartbeat steadying again, so she closed her eyes and savored the feeling of the comfort that you were radiating.

“Thank you.”

She mumbled after a while without referring to anything in specific, but she knew that you were able to understand her.

“Always.”

You answered when Jisoo pulled away before pressing a quick kiss on her forehead.

Relieved Jisoo guided you into her dressing room where you held her hand until it was her turn to go on stage. A staff member came to get her, but her nervousness barely increased. Like expected, you had distracted her with incredibly bad jokes while waiting and now the only reason for her fluttering heart was your laugh. You gave her a thumbs up when she stood up and Jisoo couldn’t bite back a smile. Everything was good now, indeed.

Jennie

With a huff Jennie plopped down on the floor and pouted. It was merely early Saturday afternoon, but she was already bored out of her mind. She had already tried everything that she could think of to distract herself. She had answered her work mails, baked a cake and was even doing some pilates right now. Her schedule was full, but it didn’t change the fact that she was missing you.

The company you were working for had landed a big deal in Europe. Therefore, you had to leave for a business trip for this whole week. The last few days, Jennie was able distract herself with work, but now she really started missing you. She really couldn’t relate to the couples that needed breaks from each other in frequent intervals. Jennie had her own career that she used to unfold herself. But when she came home at the end of the day, she just wanted to fall into your arms.

“Ugh.”

Jennie groaned when she thought about cuddling with you but remembered at the same time that she still had to survive two whole days until you would be back again. Frustrated she laid down on her yoga mat and stared at the ceiling.

“You are so stranded without me.”

A voice made Jennie squeal in surprise and she quickly sat up.

You were standing in the door with some flowers in your hands and a cheeky smirk on your lips.

“Y/N?”

Jennie squealed again; this time in excitement though.

Quickly she leaped to her feet and ran into your direction. You had just enough time to shift the flowers in one hand before Jennie leaped into your arms and wrapped her legs around you. An adorable giggle left your mouth and you secured her with your arms.

“Did you miss me?”

You chuckled and Jennie nodded eagerly.

“I hope you missed me too?”

She looked at you with a slight pout and you grinned in response.

“Of course, I did.”

Satisfied with your answer, Jennie buried her head in the crook of your neck, causing you to laugh loudly.

Although Jennie didn’t feel like she had cuddled with you enough yet, she eventually put her feet down on the floor again to be able to look at you.

“Have you really been working out voluntarily on a Saturday?”

You asked in disbelief and Jennie sighed dramatically.

“Yup but never again. I’ve also decided that you’re not allowed to ever leave again for that long.”

She stated completely serious while pulling you to the couch.

“Is that so?”

You chuckled and let yourself be pushed on the couch where Jennie immediately snuggled up to you.

“Hm.”

Jennie hummed and rested her head on your chest.

There were others that could do your job in the company, but no one could take your place here beside her.

Chaeyoung

As Chaeyoung unlocked the door, the smell of freshly cooked food hit her nostrils. Her stomach immediately started grumbling while her brain tried to process these sensory impressions. You were on a business trip and wouldn’t return for another 2 weeks and no one else lived in this apartment. With her brow furrowed, Chaeyoung made her way into the kitchen and gasped loudly when she saw a familiar figure standing in front of the stove.

Being startled by the sudden noise, you turned around and looked at her with a wide smile.

“Surprise!”

You grinned, but Chaeyoung just looked at you with wide eyes.

“W-what... you... here?”

Her brain had apparently experienced a short circuit because she wasn’t able to form any coherent sentences.

“I missed my beautiful girlfriend. You didn’t think I could really go one month without seeing you?”

You asked rhetorically while walking into her direction.

Chaeyoung remembered the shock that she had felt the day that you had told her that you needed to leave a whole month to finish up a huge project for your company abroad. Despite her tight schedule, the two of you had actually never been apart longer than two weeks. And although you promised to call her every day, she had been devastated the day that you had left.

Feeling your hand on her hips, Chaeyoung snapped back into reality and tears started to pool in her eyes.

“I missed you so much.”

She choked out and you gently wiped away the first tears that streamed down her cheeks.

“You can’t even imagine how hard it was for me.”

You answered causing Chaeyoung to break out in tears while leaping into your arms.

Fortunately, you wrapped your arms tightly around her, because she wasn’t sure whether she would be able to stand on her own right now. She was overflowing with emotions and it seemed like her body ceased all other functions.

You let her stay in your arms until Chaeyoung ran out of tears and managed to look at you again.

“Ya I can’t believe you lied to me.”

She scolded you jokingly while shoving your shoulder, but you only chuckled in response.

“Your shocked expression was definitely worth it.”

You teased her with a smirk and Chaeyoung gasped exaggeratedly although she was sure that her face had probably been meme worthy the moment, she had spotted you.

But she couldn’t even be mad at you right now. All she wanted to do was to enjoy a nice dinner with you before cuddling up on the couch and never letting you go. Therefore, she followed you into the kitchen where she wrapped her arms around you from behind while you finished up the food that you had started to prepare and told her all about your trip.

Satisfied Chaeyoung rested her head against your back and smiled to herself. The two of you just weren’t meant to be apart.

Lalisa

“Happy birthday to me.”

Lisa sighed sadly while looking at her pathetic excuse for a breakfast.

The two of you were supposed to be at a nice resort over the weekend to celebrate Lisa’s birthday, but your company called last week and told you that you had to leave for a business trip. Lisa had been devastated because you wouldn’t be able to celebrate her birthday together, but she tried to play it off. She knew that it wasn’t your fault. But now that she was sitting alone in the kitchen, she wished that you were sitting right beside her.

Of course, her members had offered to celebrate together. Therefore, they would be having lunch later on, but for Lisa this was nowhere close to an adequate substitute for spending a weekend with you in a luxury resort.

With a frustrated huff, Lisa pushed away the plate in front of her and rested her head on her hand.

“Shouldn’t a birthday girl be smiling?”

A sudden voice scared Lisa to death and she jumped out of her seat while looking for the source of the voice.

Her eyes soon found you standing in the door of the kitchen with a small cake in your hand that was decorated with candles.

“Y/N??”

She asked in disbelief as if she was just seeing a hologram of you.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

You responded softly and slowly it came to Lisa that you must have returned early to celebrate her birthday with her.

“Don’t you have to work?”

Lisa wondered while meeting you halfway.

With sparkling eyes, she looked back and forth between you and the beautiful cake in your hands.

“I made sure that we finish up early. It’s bad enough that we couldn’t go away together for the weekend. I couldn’t let you celebrate your birthday without me as well.”

You answered apologetically, but Lisa couldn’t care less about your planned luxury weekend.

You were here. That was all that she needed. Quickly she took the cake out of your hands and placed it on the counter before crashing her lips into yours. You were taken aback for a second before placing your hands on her hips and allowing Lisa to slip her tongue inside your mouth.

“Forget about the resort. I’m just glad that you’re here.”

Lisa said breathlessly once she pulled back.

You smiled at her before pecking her lips once more. Hand in hand you walked into the kitchen where Lisa blew out the candles on her birthday cake. Right in this moment, she didn’t even know what to wish for though. Her heart was so full of happiness because you had come home that her day couldn’t even get better.

She looked into your eyes and a wide smile spread on her face. Once again, she connected your lips but this time she didn’t pull away. She had a lunch date later, but till then she had an idea what she wanted to do with you.

[taliaquinn]

Why Me!? Chapter 16

A/N: Hey peeps, I hope you guys enjoy today's update. I hope you guys like the fact that I uploaded so soon. Also I have a lot of oneshot ideas however the tricky part is actually WRITING. Who knew am I right? 

“Kaalki quick open a portal to that old alley, It’s better to transform there, Tikki you can finish Game of Thrones later” Marinette ordered a previously napping Kaalki, while pulling out a miffed Tikki from her mini-room in the closet. Tikki was almost done with the first season of Game Of Throne. The only reason it was taking so long was mostly that she had to watch it whenever Marinette wasn’t around due to uh reasons.

“Priorities much?” Marinette teased, quickly making a fake sleeping Marinette on her bed in case someone checked on her.

She quickly leaped through the portal, after appearing in some Paris alley she quickly ducked behind the dumpster and transformed into Ladybug, and made her way to the Attack.

To no one's surprise she was facing off with Lady Wifi again. Except for this time she was busy tracking down her ex-boyfriend Nino who had broken up with her over text. Ouch. Good for him regardless. The darker part of Marinette was pleased. He came to his senses. Finally. 

Unfortunately for her Lady Wifi was pissed, which made taking her down harder. She had to leave to recharge, Chat showed up during the last few moments but still proved himself useless by getting frozen by Lady-wifi somehow. Luckily Ladybug was sadly used to this and left him frozen. 

Quickly ducking to the side she delivered a blow to Alyas' side. Throwing her yo-yo she managed to tangle Lady Wifis legs, causing her to drop her phone. Ladybug quickly scooped it up to destroy. Seriously, what was it with this girl and her obsession with phones? 

Purifying the Akuma, she used the Miraculous Ladybug to instantly repair all the damage. Releasing a heavy sigh she turned to face her ex-best friend. To her disgust she was facing a pouting Alya and a smiling Chat. 

The instant that Alya saw Ladybug she immediately stood up and ran towards her, 

“Oh my gosh Ladybug thank you for saving me, I don't know what Nino was thinking breaking up with me like that, he KNOWS how mad I get” she said huffing out a laugh. 

Oh. my. god. She was trying to make it seem like Nino was at fault! Marinette was furious. She was acting just like Chat!!! Marinette is going to need so much therapy after all of this is done.

“Alya, you need to apologize to Nino,” she finally told her. “and afterward leave him alone, you have to respect his decision and space.” She added. They might not be friends anymore but that didn’t mean that Marinette didn't care about Nino. 

“L-L-Ladybug, you don’t get it, he broke up with me for no good reas-”

“It was a good enough reason that he felt the need to do it through a text” gesturing towards Nino's home she added “and as it turns out he was right to do so”

Alya huffed, “You just don't understand Ladybug”. She moved away from her and took out her phone to begin live streaming. 

She made her way towards Chat noir who was standing on the side watching the whole exchange a bit nervous. “Chat Noir, Are you aware of a certain girl named Marinette who got caught on camera criticizing you, when she had no right to mind you, about your most recent actions?. Do you have anything to say in response to it?” She asked pointing her phone camera in his direction. 

Chat Noir immediately leaped at the chance to defend himself.

“W-well like you said she had no right, what could she know about the struggles of being a superhero, heck I even had to save her a couple of times and that’s how she thanks me?’ He mentioned facing Alyas' camera. “Honestly I think she’s just jealous and mine and m’lady's partnership, but what can you do am I right?” he teased.

“What partnership chat?” Ladybug cut in. No way was she letting rumors spread when she was standing right there. 

“M'lady's just jealous as well,” Chat said with a wink

“Oh for Pete's sake” Ladybug pulled Chat away from Alyas prying eyes (and cellphone) and yo-yo away without a goodbye to the blogger.

A few rooftops away she finally plopped down and released Chat none too gracefully. The look on Chat noirs face wasn’t the charming one he was displaying for Alya and her Camera, he had the nerve to look annoyed.

“What was that?” He spit out

“What was what hmmm?” Oh she was annoyed now too.

“Al-that Cesaire girl has been your biggest supporter since Day One. You just don’t know what's going on with that Cesaire girl”

“I do, her boyfriend broke up with her because he was involved in an extremely toxic relationship” She stated, “I have to make sure she understands that, she’s trying to shift the blame!!!” 

“And what was that about our partnership, you sounded like you agreed with that Dupain-Cheng girl” He complained annoyed “That's cause I do”

“WHAT!?”

“You said it yourself Marinette could never understand the pressure cause she’s not a superhero, I on the other hand AM,” Not to mention they were one and the same but he didn't have to know that, “frankly you’ve been lacking in the superhero department if I can show up for every Akuma battle why can't you?” 

“Because I have a life unlike you” 

“Pfftt I am an independent business owner who still manages to be a stellar student AND I manage to handle Akuma attacks alone more often than not, what about you?”

“What does that matter? Marinette's gotten to you hasn’t she? You know she's been sent away for assaulting a classmate?”

“That's weird from what she told me she quit” she shouted “really chat you should leave the manipulating to Rossi and Cesaire”

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK, I DONT MANIPULATE” He screamed at her. Why was it that everyone was turning against him lately?

“You’re right, you only do that after you try everything else to make yourself seem good” Ladybug finished staring back at Chat noirs infuriated green eyes, His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked the angriest he ever had. 

Staring at him Marinette came to a realization, she took a few step backs “We’ll talk later” She jumped off the roof and started making her way to a specific location.

Batcave                                                                                                      Wayne Manor, USA                                                                                      12:30 pm

“Master Dick I must ask you to please refrain from breaking your ribs in the future” Alfred sighed, Luckily Batman was able to arrive in time to stop Nightwing from getting kidnapped or worse. Red Hood quickly arrived and hauled an unconscious Nightwing to the Cave.

Batman, Red Robin, and Robin were currently spread around Gotham and Bludhaven trying to track down any stragglers. 

“Sorry Alfie, I’m way too cute for the criminals to stay away” Dick mumbled sleepily

 “-humph- Regardless No patrolling for 6 weeks,”

“You hurt me, I hope you know that Alf” He joked. Eh, they were all fast healers, he’ll probably be back on patrol in 4 weeks. 

“Heya Alfred, Now that Dick is alright I am going to head back out” Jason said adjusting his gloves and strapping his knives in place.

“Before you leave Master Jason please pickup the Tupperware filled with food I have left for you in the kitchen, And please escort Master Dick to his room for rest” Alfred knew good and well that his charges love not listening to doctors, er butlers, orders.

“Thanks, Alf, Comere Dickwad” Helping Dick up from the cot “but I don’t want to,” Dick whined. “Tough luck”

Making there way throughout the manor, Dick suddenly stopped “Marinette's room is right there, lemme check on her” 

Jesus sometimes Dick can be more of a mother hen than Bruce “Come on Dickface, It's almost 1 am any sane person will be asleep by now” he said tiredly but a part of him wanted to check up on her too. Curse these big brother instincts. “Fine only a peek”

Once they stumbled to the front of Marinette's room, Jason gently cracked open the door seeing Marinette sleeping he moved aside to allow Dick to take a peak. To Jason's shock Dick unwrapped his arm from His shoulder and pushed open the door, stumbling to Marinette's Bed. Quickly pulling off the sheets he revealed a bundle of pillows under the blanket. 

Marinette wasn’t in her bed.

 “Crap”

I just Love cliffhangers, don’t you guys love them as well? I am asking that you guys please message me any prompts you would like for me to write for my one-shot series. Else I’m just going to keep making sad angsty one-shots. Stay Safe and Healthy guys <3. 

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[neo-shitty]

toffee!

ah yeah, i think quarentine has given people some opportunity to actually just sit with the person they are, rather than be rushing around for the person they want to become. its good you got smth good out of isolation! ah thats great! hope you had fun and ur partner in crime speeds back home so you can get out more hehe.

ah yeah ty, good suggestions.

hmm good point, i was sort of putting it separate to the whole not-sexualising thing, but yeah. mmm yeah i totally agree, some of the enhypen fics/imagines *shudder* and even reading innie stuff is just a bit *icky* cos everyone still thinks of him as our agi ppang. yeah def would be good but sadly this just seems to be the world we live in. :(

ah yes the holy masterlist (not sarc) i have actually read in the rain and gladius maximus before, but ill go look for in class! oooh thats good! character development lol. hmmmm yes champagne problems was the angst to end all angst, that shit hurt. it was actually one of the first of your fics i read and i recall almost crying over the whole thing, it was so heartbreaking, i can see how it almost made you want to drop angst. good that youve allowed yourself some lee-way tho :)

hehe thats so cool. okay here we go, ill try not to be mortally offended (/hj)

cheese - yes same, i liked it but that was all there was, it wasnt a super standout track. it was rlly underwhelming for me but some of the hook is super catchy so there is Redemption (tm) in store for cheese maybe

thunderous - mmm, yeah at first i totally agreed, i think they suffer from too much good music syndrome, that all their other tracks are such fucking bops its hard to stay at that level of perfection. the choreo was beautiful tho and tbh, the track has grown on me since ive been watching all the vids abt it. its my brothers favourite track

domino - YES GODAMMIT IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE TITLE TRACK. the raps, the vocals, the vibes, the fucking domino sound in the back? i would have streamed that shit on repeat. but tbh, as good as it is, it doesnt have that sort of grandness/oomph that skz seems to like in their title tracks so i can see why they chose thunderous (tho domino would have been so good) *sigh*

ssick - yeah same, not my fave track by a long mile, the crowd cheering was a ?strange? choice and the chorus was a bit bare/empty, plus like i mentioned earlier, it was kinda funny to me for some reason but ill still play it if im playing thru the whole album

the view - ahh one of those not like other girls (/j) i honestly think its just a good party song, just a bop to play in the background when nobodys rlly paying much attention. its pretty generic pop music but catchy

sorry, i love you - hehe yeah i thought it was going to be sadder as well, but i rlly loved the fact that they all just got to sing, which almost never happens, i dont think ive heard felix sing for a long time, so i enjoyed it. wasnt rlly a standout track but i just casually like it. looking forward to the fic haha

silent cry - this song i swear, some bits are rlly good and then others are just? why?? it does sound like a dance song tho idk. definitely not one of my faves either

secret secret - YES its so good! its such a chill song and i love their vocals in it. the combination of lo-fi/fake strings backup stuff and their heavenly vocals just makes it *chefs kiss* im listening to it rn and just... its so beautiful. it gives me pumped up another day vibes ya know? like my pace is edgy get cool, this one is energetic another day i feel like. overall i love it

STAR LOST - ah thats so cool! i didnt know that! on first listen this song had a similar vibe to secret secret but then the beat came in and ahh its such a good song. i can totally imagine them putting this song to a concert footage vid, this song is so sweet.

red lights - LMAO YES ITS SO AWKWARD WHY DOES IT GO ON FOR SO LONG ah thats good! yeah good point, its quite intense hehe. but that is my fave trope and this is lowkey my favourite track on the album so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just the combination of hyunjins and chans voices, the backing music, the lyrics ahh red lights my beloved

surfin’ - yes lmao its always a shock, i feel like they should have put gone away in between them, but its such a fun cute song, i cant get rlly mad. yeah, as an aussie i think im contractually obligated to like beaches lol. sand im not such a fan of, but my familys rlly into fishing and my brother loves bodyboarding so we stay at a beach house at least twice a year and we live like 5 mins from 3 different beaches (hehe all aussie cities are on the coast lol) so thats cool. do you like beaches?

gone away - ah gone away my beloved, i love this song sm, its just so pure and showcases their vocals and lyrics so well. yes the pitch change is very out of the blue, i feel liek they went directly from seungmins soft vocals to hans powerful ones which was an interesting choice, but hey, im not complaining

wolfgang - YES IKR ah im so happy he got to be included in that era and song. yeah its such a full on song i cant rlly listen to it if im in a quiet mood but its very motivating :)

hehe mood, i hope they do! ahhh no rest, but at least you wont have to pull a blink and wait a year for any word from the group lol. im not rlly into nct but im excited for them! ah hopefully youll be able to sneak some rest into that chaotic schedule, with enhypen (idk if u stan but yeah) squeezed into it haha

<3 w.a. 🐺

i wheezed at partner in crime, it reminded me of smth. i have a lee know fic in the drafts that i wrote 'in honor' of him (and his departure-ish). i'll tag you when i finish it, if you want. it's a rather hilarious one.

oh my god. based on my experience on the collabs i've joined before, writing explicit shit for '01 & '02 is not accepted (nct's maknaes) but with enha's hyung line '01 & '02 somehow it's okay? i do a double take every time i see fics like those i mean, technically, it's legal but still what the fuck. maybe it's just not for me at the moment. not at us venting our frustration about this. it's just something that's so accepted here that i am (in all honesty) slightly uncomfortable about. but oh well. that's kpop writerblr for you.

man i could've linked all the fics in the ask instead so you wouldn't have to go looking for them! i think i saw you like in class the other day (the fic i renamed into sharp-tongued, god it took me a while to remember the new title). describing champagne problems as an angst to end all angst is one way to put what i was feeling back in december. it just hurt to write and admit?? if that ever happened to me i would prolly cry :d

okay back to the album talk! i love how you answered with more thoughts. i love exchanges like these! i am a victim of the cheese hook and it's now one of my favorite tracks in the album. PLS, TOO MUCH GOOD MUSIC SYNDROME. that's on our self-producing kings 😌💅 also, your brother has taste! as i am typing this, domino's currently playing in my head and i realized that too, that it doesn't have that 'vibe' of a skz title track. honestly, this could be a title track of another group. ssick is starting to grown on me because i found the beats cool kdjsk not the not like other girls 😭 the view is the generic pop that i don't like but i get why a lot of people enjoy it. sorry i love you scratches a certain itch that i find myself singing the first few lines every time i remember it. i too would want to hear felix sing more!

> a mini junction on the album talk bc i got side tracked. on that topic, i want skz to switch positions at some point like i know those allrounders are capable of doing so. specifically, i want to hear seungmin rap!!!! (yk in the recent weekly idol he talked faster than changbin in a challenge and changbin is like the fastest rapper in kpop that's active atm if im not mistaken. my dandy boy has some potential and i want it UNLEASHED.)

back to album talk. silent cry is basically sad music to twerk to. secret secret is definitely one of my favorite tracks :( i loved how you compared the tracks HAJSAH i burst out laughing bc yk what, you're right! i want to make a star lost edit of skz but i simply do not have the time i want to cry. i love the song so much. ok, my dreaded track, red lights. idt i have played the track since we last talked. my friend sent me the lyrics tho and i'm itching to write a twisted au out of it. idk if you're comfortable with yandere but somewhere along those themes. the obsessive type of love that's sweet at first but turns rotten. IMAGINE IF THEY PUT GONE AWAY BETWEEN ASHJA it's like going from 50 shades to the notebook.

i was about to ask if you lived near the coast and you literally mentions it here god im so stupid. yes i LOOOOOOOOOVE beaches so much. living in an archipelago is fun :( i live in a part of the country that's more island than city so every time i want some vitamin sea it's accessible. i heard the waves in australia are great :( anYWHOOO gone away :(( every time it plays im compelled to skip it because it makes me sAD AND NOWADAYS I DONT HAVE THE TIME TO BE SAD. contrary to you, i dislike my quiet moods because i tend to overthink a lot.

i have this little analogy about how there are stays that enjoy songs the generic pop + mellow songs and then there are other stays that enjoy the noisy tracks. in my mind, it's like a perfect balance that makes me feel like all the tracks are loved in the end. just by different people.

PULL A BLINK. bro i fucking hate yg entertainment. they have the biggest kpop girl group LOCKED in their basement when they could be (and i mean this in the most business-like way not morally) milking money of the quad. they're yg's biggest hope at not being bankrupt atm so it's a damn fucking mystery to me as to how they aren't doing anything. (jk i just realized lisa solo album soon, but i still need a ot4 cb hELLO)

i stopped looking forward to the teasers. rest > kpop boys. i don't want to sound like a cult member but have you tried checking out nct? are they just not your thing? (i get it tho, that's one hard group to get into). and yes i do stan enhypen!

wow i love how long these asks are! they're like online penpals. but i also want to ask about you! how have you been lately? are you feeling okay both mentally and physically? how's the weather there? do you have anything that you want to talk about? maybe an interesting book you read? feel free to bring up anything you want to share! i'm getting conscious about talking about myself HAJHSJ

and yet another long answer B) i am sooo sorry T___T should these ask exchanges feel draining to you, feel free to stop sending them in AAAA

[petersasteria]

Think of Me - Tom Holland

Pairing: richkid!Tom x Reader

Requested? Nah my dudes.

Masterlist

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"So, you're ending it just like that??" Tom paces around his penthouse, not knowing how to feel. Everything was great, so it baffled him when you told him that you wanted to break up.

"Tom, we knew what we were getting into when we started this relationship." you told him calmly. "And we said that when the time came for you to get married to that girl, we'd end it. It's time, Tom."

Tom knew you were right, but he didn't think you'd actually push through with that agreement. He wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. He didn't care if you weren't rich like him. All he cared about was you. After a moment of silence, you decided that it was time to leave.

"I'll go now. I'll send back all the things you gave me." you told him. Tom looks at you and shakes his head as he walks closer to you, "Don't. I want you to keep all of it so you can remember all the things we've done; so you can remember me."

You cupped his cheeks and offer him a small smile, "I could never forget you, Thomas." You kissed him one last time before pulling away, "I'll see you tomorrow at your wedding."

Tom's heart breaks upon hearing those words and his heart broke even more watching you leave.

-

"...speak now or forever hold your peace." the priest says. Everyone looks around but Tom's eyes stayed on yours the whole time. You give him a bright smile despite the tears streaming down your face. It was hard for you too and Tom knew that. He felt your pain.

"You may now kiss the bride." the priest smiles at the newly wed couple. Tom, whose eyes were still on yours, blinked away a his tears before breaking eye contact with you to lift his bride's veil. Tom quickly pecks her lips and the couple looked at everyone who was cheering.

The bride looks at you with a sad look on her face. She didn't like this arrangement either. She had a girlfriend too and you knew she was here watching everything unfold like you. You give her a sad smile before getting up to leave. You couldn't take it anymore.

-

"We should probably open our gifts." Anastasia, Tom's wife, says quietly. Tom just nods, not even bothering to pick up any of the boxes in front of them.

"I'm sorry." Tom says. Anastasia knew what he meant, "I'm sorry too." They sit in silence and Anastasia picks up a big box with your name on it. She smiles and hands it to Tom, "I figured you'd only open something from her. I'll open the rest."

Tom thanked her and grabbed the box from her. He smiles as soon as he sees your neat handwriting. He removes the ribbon and takes off the lid of the box. Tom looks inside and sees a note, an envelope, and some pictures. The note read:

I suggest you read the letter last.

Look through all the pictures first.

I love you x - Y/N

Tom looks through the pictures and smiles sadly. He misses her terribly. He tried to talk his parents out of this arrangement, because it wasn't fair to him and Anastasia. They obviously didn't listen now both of them are in an unhappy marriage.

After looking through the pictures, he takes a deep breath before opening the envelope and unfolding the letter in it.

Dearest Thomas,

This is as hard for me as it is for you. I've sent those pictures, because I knew those are your favorite pictures of us. I want you to keep something that reminds you of us.

I'm moving away, because I can't live here knowing that you're not mine. So please promise me that you'll try to remember me often.

Like I said, we both knew what we were getting into when we started our relationship. We both knew that we weren't meant for each other but despite that, we had a love that was great and powerful. So if you ever feel down, stop and think of all the times we were happy.

I don't want you to think about the "what could've been" 's, because that's depressing. I want you to think of all the things we already had and darling, we had everything.

Please think of me in whatever else you choose to do. Spare a thought for me when you're out doing business for your family's company.

Consider this my vow for you, my love. I'll always think of you every time I wake up in the morning and I will always think of you before I go to sleep. I will always think of you, because a piece of you will always be with me and I won't ever let that go.

Just please promise me that you will think of me all the time, because there will never be a day when I won't think of you.

Yours truly,

Y/N x

Tom smiled after reading the letter. He made a silent promise to himself that he'll do all those things you asked in the letter. Tom felt one more thing inside the envelope and he takes it out with a loud gasp.

It was a sonogram.

Anastasia looks at him and sees him looking at a picture. Thinking it was just a regular picture from where she was seated, she sees something written on the back of the picture, "There's something written on the back."

Tom looks at Anastasia for a second who went back to minding her own business and opening gifts. He turns the sonogram around and sure enough, there was a note on it from you.

Everyday I'll make sure that our child will think of you too x

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I really liked this one 

Tagging my mutuals: @myblueleatherbag @fanficparker @sweetdespairbarnes @tommysparker @lcvelyparkers 

Big thanks to @t-lostinmendes for helping me with this xx